TFA Sentinel Prime x Reader scenarios

You meet Jetfire and Jetstorm

The interior of Sentinel Prime's spaceship was a sleek and imposing expanse, its advanced technology and cold metal surfaces reflecting the eerie glow of Cybertronian lights. As you walked through the corridors, the hum of machinery and the clanking of metal created a constant, resonant backdrop. Sentinel Prime, in his towering robotic form, led you with a measured stride, his aura radiating authority and detachment.

Eventually, the two of you arrived at a large chamber where two more Autobots awaited. They were formidable in stature, their frames gleaming with the polished sheen of high-tech craftsmanship.

"Jetfire, Jetstorm," Sentinel Prime's voice boomed, "this is Y/N."

Jetfire and Jetstorm turned to face you. They regarded you with a mix of curiosity and wariness.

Jetstorm was the first to speak, his voice carrying a hint of apprehension. "So, Sentinel, why's there an organic on board? What's this about?"

Sentinel Prime's gaze was unwavering as he replied. "Y/N was stranded on Earth. I found her lost in the dark, cold rain of Detroit and decided to bring her aboard. She will stay here for the time being."

Jetfire's optics narrowed slightly, and he exchanged a glance with his brother. "You're letting an organic stay on the ship? Are you sure that's wise?"

You took a deep breath, trying to remain composed despite the scrutiny. "I'm Y/N. I'm just trying to adjust to this new environment. I appreciate any help you can give me."

Jetstorm's voice carried an edge of skepticism. "Humans... they can be infectious. We need to be careful."

You offered a hesitant smile, hoping to bridge the gap. "I understand. I'm just here to stay safe and try to make the best of this situation."

Sentinel Prime's gaze softened just a fraction as he addressed the Jet Twins. "Let's not jump to conclusions. Y/N is a guest on this ship, and I expect all of us to respect that."

Jetfire and Jetstorm nodded, though their expressions remained guarded. As Sentinel Prime began to guide you further into the ship, the tension lingered in the air. The path ahead was uncertain, but you were determined to adapt and make the best of your new surroundings, despite the cold reception from the Autobot twins.

The cold, mechanical voice of Sentinel Prime echoed through the chamber as he delivered his ultimatum. His towering form loomed over you, casting a shadow that seemed almost as imposing as his words.

"Don't think for a moment that I'll be keeping you here in my ship forever, organic," Sentinel Prime intoned, his optics narrowing with a hint of disdain. "I'll keep you safe until we can find you a new home, but for now, I don't want you to spread any of your slime or viruses in this ship. Understand?"

You swallowed hard, trying to maintain your composure under his intense gaze. "Understood," you replied, your voice steady despite the tension.

Sentinel Prime's expression remained stern, though a trace of what might have been reluctant concern flickered in his optics. "Good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a meeting to attend with Alpha Trion and the Autobot council."

Without waiting for a response, Sentinel Prime turned on his heel and strode away, his massive form disappearing down the corridor. The echo of his steps reverberated through the metallic halls, leaving a silence that seemed to settle heavily in his wake.

Jetfire and Jetstorm exchanged glances, their skepticism palpable. Jetstorm's voice broke the silence. "Well, that was... something."

Jetfire nodded, his tone begrudging. "Yeah. Seems like Sentinel's not exactly thrilled with the idea of having you around. But for now, you're here. We'll just have to see how this goes."

You offered a tentative smile, trying to ease the palpable tension. "I'm sure things will work out. I just want to find my place and contribute however I can."

Jetfire's optics softened slightly, though he still looked uneasy. "Alright. Just... be careful. Sentinel doesn't really tolerate mistakes."

Jetstorm, still eyeing you warily, added, "Yeah, and if you need anything, just ask. Even if we're not the most welcoming right now, we're not completely heartless."

With that, the Jet Twins turned back to their tasks, leaving you to navigate this strange, mechanical world on your own. You took a deep breath, trying to calm the nerves that had settled in your stomach. The cold, metallic ship felt even more alien now, but you were determined to make the best of your situation.

As you wandered through the corridors, you couldn't help but feel the weight of Sentinel Prime's words pressing down on you. Despite the challenges ahead, you clung to the hope that things might improve and that, eventually, you might find a place where you truly belonged.