Okay okay, I get it. He's a bad guy, he endorsed slavery and false imprisonment, and gaslighted an entire population. But looking past that, he's wife material.

He's such an overconfident diva. And I saw this headcannon and I can't get it out of my head, whenever he's bragging about himself he'll puff out his wings like a peacock to impress you, andd he's super confident around everyone else but around you he's a whiny mech JCREIQP CRQEIURQUU it's canon, it's canon and I refuse to believe different

Also he's a freak but you're freakier so whenever it's ~interfacing time~ you pull some nasty shit on him and he's just like "o_O holey shet who taught you that"

Not that he's not into it. He totally is.

Also he'd totally hide his treachery from you. You have no idea that he made a deal with the Quintessons, that half of the energon rations are going to them, that he killed the Primes and he's not actually a Prime himself

He loves having you sit on his lap while he's on his throne, or his head in your lap while you read or something 

And he'll show you off to all of Iacon even though you aren't much, and it's super embarrassing because he's like "Look at my girlfriend, look how cool she is, she's better than yours lol" in front of LITERALLY EVERYONE

And Airachnid has to watch him get all mushy around you, and you feel for her because the poor thing is forced to watch. And she feels bad for you in a way because you're being gaslighted just as much as everyone else, if not more. 

Also he's such an absolute cunty goddess. I see him as a feminine man, but not too feminine cause then he'd be a twink, just feminine enough to be a diva. 

A twunk. 

He's a twunk.

Anyways this man makes me want to write a fanfic about him.

...

I'm writing a fanfic.

RIGHT NOW.

 I can't hold it in I NEED TOOO RAHHH-

It was another grueling septicycle on the surface of Cybertron, looking for the Matrix of Leadership. That's what Sentinel told everyone, at least. It was a lie. All of it. The Matrix was gone, and he wasn't a Prime. But that's besides the point. The truth is what he made it, anyways.

He wanted to see his sparkmate again. It had been days, and putting up the cocky, confident facade was tiring. He needed rest, and if he wanted to admit it or not, love. Even if he didn't deserve it.

After announcing his arrival and the Iacon 5000, and dismissing the all-seeing eyes of Airachnid, he finds his way to your shared berthroom. He didn't do much on the surface other than get threatened by the Quintessons, but the stress of keeping up an entire society built on a lie and keeping it a complete secret was a hard job.

Not to mention the stress of making sure you never found out. He didn't know what he would do if you realized what he had done, if he lost you. If there was one thing he could ever regret if he was exposed, it would be the loss of you.

There only ever was one bot who turned him into a mushy, lovey dovey mech that wasn't so full of himself all of the time. He was just happy he'd get to see her. The doors to the berthroom open, and there you are in all your unsuspected glory.

You weren't much in the ranks of other bots. It's not like you were an excellent fighter or anything near some of the other mine guards. In reality, you accidentally won over Sentinel with your immunity to his overly exaggerated personality. He made himself look like a god, and you humbled him. You were never impressed, never groveling at his feet.

It was new. 

He liked it.

And now here he is, knowing he can let go of the "I'm so great, I don't need anyone" attitude and be all over you like you're his Cybertronian equivalent to air and water. He immediately sits next to you, leaning on you, giving you a look. A look you recognize.

"What?" You sigh, setting down the datapad you were reading. He gives you a smile, one you know all too well.

"Love me."

You groan, knowing you were about to give up your free will to make this stupid bot happy. He makes you lay down so he can cuddle up next to you, his helm resting on your chassis and the rest of his body in between your legs. This was going to be your position for the next few hexakliks, so you might as well get comfortable. 

He just lays there, soaking up the affection like a cat, pressing his helm into your servo. He wasn't asking, he was demanding. You sigh again, not objecting. He always got like this after a long day of "work". 

He closes his optics, enjoying the subtle warmth coming from you. He completely didn't deserve this, not a bit of it. He was horrible. A murderer, a liar. And yet, even though he already ignored everything he did, it felt as if he never did it at all. 

You nudge him, earning a whine. 

"Whaat?" His optics open, sending you a half-hearted glare.

"You looked like you were falling into recharge."

He huffs. "So what? I'm tired. And I deserve it after all of that work I did up there on the surface. Do you even know what I had to deal with?"

You roll your eyes. "Well if you're so high and mighty it mustn't have taken much of a toll on you."

He grumbles halfheartedly. This is why he loved you. You challenged his authority in only a way you could ever get away with. He snuggles back into you, closing his optics again. "Just go to bed."

You give up, knowing even if you didn't fall into recharge yourself, he was going to and you'd be trapped. Instead, you get comfortable under him and close your own optics. 

"Goodnight, slaghead."

He smiles, letting out a lovestruck sigh. "Goodnight, sweetspark."

JEWIQCEHPWCHUQHNCR IT'S BEEN A MINUTE SINCE I WROTE A GOOD FANFIC