I Never Thought That One Of My First Posts Would Be Asking A Character's Name. Lie - Deep Down It Was

Poeple I beg of you please please make TFP!Pedraking x Reader fanfics, oneshots, ANYTHING!! I can’t find shit and I love that old man way too much

Also c.ai bots of TFP!Pedraking :[ He NEEDS love and I wanna give it to him as he deserves<3

Hey guys! I've been out of ideas of what to post, so I thought "why not talk about my OCs? It's a pretty popular topic, someone other than my friends might be interested."

Prime and Protector (TF One Sentinel Prime) pt. 2

pairing - Sentinel Prime x F!Prime!Reader

summary - Sentinel's bond with you grows stronger

warnings - might turn this into a series, idk, bear with me and my love for this guy

a/n - i enjoyed writing the first part, so have some more of my thoughts on Sentinel's relationship with Prime!You before (italics) and after (normal) becoming sparkmates (i may have forgotten to add a few things to the first one) also i am so sorry for the wait!

"Sentinel."

Sentinel lived for the sound of his name leaving your dermas. He was putty in your servos whenever you called him, always happy to do the most menial task for his pretty Prime.

"Yes, my lady?"

The advisor showed up at your door, eagerly awaiting your command, but you frowned when you saw how tired he was.

"Sentinel, have you had a break?"

"No, my lady. But I can-"

"Go, power down," you ordered, concerned about his health. "Please."

"(Name), Sentinel needs to-"

You glared at Zeta, "He. Needs. A. Break. I will fetch the reports."

Sentinel panicked at that idea, "No, no, I can handle it!"

"My sweet advisor, your pretty wings are drooping. Go power down."

He absolutely did not want to, because he would rather do something for you. He liked being useful to you, liked your praise - the 'pretty wings' comment had his fans working overtime to cool him down. But recharging? He couldn't be useful to you.

You smiled a little at his reluctance, "I'll have more for you to do once you're awake again."

He seemed content with that, and left to go recharge. You turned the other way to go and retrieve the scout's reports, but Zeta Prime's next words stopped you.

"You are too fond of Sentinel."

"And you're not fond enough," you answered, then went on your way.

~

"Sentinel."

Your sparkmate's wings fluttered up from their drooping position when you called him, his mood changing like the flip of a switch.

"Yes, sweetspark?"

You smiled at his new nickname for you, "Can I trouble you?"

"Of course, for you it's no trouble."

Even after becoming sparkmates, Sentinel retained his eagerness to please you. He was at your beck and call, still ready and willing to serve you in any way. If it made you happy, bonus points.

You smiled, "Come and look at the reports and tell me what you think."

He almost didn't believe those words, and gestured to himself, "Me?"

You laughed, "I didn't know there were two Sentinels."

Flustered, he approached you and took a look at the reports. He hadn't expected you to ask for his opinion, because even though that was technically his job the other Primes usually ignored it.

"I don't trust this one," he held up one of the recordings. "I've been there, it's not as overcrowded as this scout makes it out to be."

"Hmmm," you leaned forward. "Take care of it for me?"

"Of course, my lady."

"(Name)!" You called after him.

He chuckled, "Habit."

He returned a while later, looking weary, and you were immediately concerned.

"Sentinel-"

"No!" You snapped at your fellow Prime. "He needs rest." You turned to the advisor, "Did something go wrong?

"The scout did not send that message, my lady," he wiped some Quintesson blood off his shoulder. "I don't think we will be receiving any more communication from him."

"I should have gone myself," you led him to his berthroom.

"No, my la-(Name)," he quickly corrected when you gave him a look. "I was happy to be of service to you."

"I know, but I feel like I sent you into a trap..."

"It was," he admitted, "But I'm here, aren't I?" His wings buzzed a little, hoping for your praise. Hoping you were impressed with his ability to get out of a difficult situation.

"Indeed," you agreed. "But I do not like endangering you."

You were too worried about him to pay him a compliment! That wouldn't do. He brought you closer to him, reassuring you.

"My sword made quick work of them, sweetspark."

Your tension eased, "I suppose that is a comfort. You are very impressive with an equally impressive weapon."

He beamed, glowing under your praise.

"Now rest, Sentinel."

~

Another day out in the field, fighting the Quintessons. Their numbers seemed limitless, as more came every time you felled a few. You grew weary, separated from your Primes in different sections of the battlefield.

Your weariness disappeared when your optics picked out Sentinel in the fight, being overwhelmed.

You obliterated Quintessons in your path as you rushed to assist him. Around you, the other Primes were also weakening, but your focus was solely on your advisor.

"I don't think so."

You grabbed a Quintesson that had been about to attach itself to Sentinel's back, and you tossed it aside before shooting it.

"Thank you, my lady," Sentinel offered you a soft smile, which you returned.

You quickly intercepted another, your armour being scratched by their talon as you threw your arm in front of Sentinel's faceplates, shielding it.

"My lady!"

"Sentinel, it's just a..." You watched him completely demolish that Quintesson, chopping it into far more pieces than necessary. "...scratch."

When you returned to the tower, Sentinel was at your side with a buffer. He was exhausted, quite obviously, but he was eager to fix your "wound".

"Sentinel," you laughed. "It's nothing."

"You got that because of me," he pouted. "Let me fix it."

He was so cute, you couldn't deny him, "Okay."

The scratch in question was smoothed out within minutes, but far from making Sentinel feel silly about it, you smiled at him.

"Where would I be without my trusty caretaker, hmmm?"

His chassis puffed out with pride.

~

*My lady, what happened?!"

Sentinel's panicked voice flooded your audio receptors as two of the High Guard members carried you back into the tower, heavily wounded.

"I'm okay," you flinched. "It was just a bit rougher out there today."

Your sparkmate almost had a spark attack as he analysed your wounds. He called for the best medics, threatening them if they didn't drop what they were doing and come now. You looked so badly hurt, his wings drooped a little.

"Sentinel."

"Mhm?" He looked at you, turning his attention away from the medic.

"I'm okay."

"You are very obviously not, sweetspark," he offered you a small, weak smile despite his worry. "But you will be."

Sentinel had always been sweet toward you, but his sweetness ramped up to a thousand while you were on bedrest. He scurried around doing all your tasks, helping the other Primes AND tending to your every need and want.

"Will you slow down?" You laughed one day as he ran into your berthroom with some energon, almost toppling over.

"You need it!" He protested.

"Sentinel, I'm not going to die."

He huffed.

"Okay, I'm sorry," you chuckled, "Thank you."

He beamed, sitting on your berth and feeding you the cubes. He refused to let you eat on your own, simply because, again, he loved doing things for you.

When you were finally allowed to move around again, the blue-and-gold Cybertronian refused to let you get back to the fight. As your advisor, he couldn't exactly order you around, but as your sparkmate his concern was duly noted and followed.

"I am proud to say I killed over fifty Quintessons today, my lady," he swept into the room, looking pleased with himself. "In your honour, of course."

You smiled, "That's sweet, darling, but it's (Name) or sweetspark to you. But that's impressive, well done."

When you awarded him with a sweet kiss, Sentinel swore his legs wobbled. The praise and the kiss were too much for him, although in a very, very pleasant way.

He still offered to do some of your tasks, to take the load off you. You politely declined, noticing his increased tiredness.

"Sentinel, go recharge."

"But-"

"Recharge."

"Sweetspark~"

"Sentinel."

"...Fine."

He obeyed, but pouted the whole way to your shared berthroom. He was not happy, but hated disobeying you.

Sentinel had been obsessed with you before, but since becoming your sparkmate it had increased tenfold. You could literally say or do anything to this bot and he will take it with a smile on his face. He counts himself lucky that you're sweet to him, not sadistic or cruel like some of the other Primes could be.

"Sentinel."

"Yes?"

"Come here and let me admire your pretty wings."

His faceplates burned, but he obeyed and moved closer. They were sensitive to touch, so he shivered pleasantly when he felt your servos run along them tenderly.

"You are by far Primus's best creation."

He was at a loss for words. You, a Prime, a prestigious and elite creation of Primus, bestowed him with the ultimate compliment. Him, a bot who paled in comparison to your excellence, power, and looks.

"Sweetspark, I fear I am going to malfunction if you say that again."

You chuckled, noticing how flustered he got, "I mean it, you know."

"I disagree," he chuckled, "Primus definitely took a little more time designing you, you're the epitome of perfection my lady."

Your faceplates burned now, "Can't you just take a compliment?!"

He laughed, enjoying how his words impacted you just the way yours impacted him. He quite enjoyed knowing he had such power over you, even if it was just a little. He was content with just that little bit.

~

"Sentinel, are you drunk?"

Zeta's accusation sounded a lot like he had never been in the samr predicament before, which annoyed you. Your advisor was stumbling around, a very cheerful smile on his faceplates. He looked like he had a little too much high grade, but that wasn't something to be punished for.

You'd seen Megatronus and Micronus in far worse states after consuming a little too much high grade.

"Leave him alone, Zeta," you rolled your eyes, catching your advisor before he fell faceplates-first on the floor. "There is reason to celebrate, we are close to winning this war."

Zeta opened his mouth to say something, before Sentinel giggled and teased your leader, "Yeah Zeta, lighten up."

Zeta froze, as did all the Primes in the vicinity, but you just laughed and put a hand in his chassis to steady him. He smiled drunkenly at your laugh, poking your faceplates.

"You're cute when you laugh~"

Your faceplates burned, and you led him away from the other astonished Primes. You took him to his berthroom, as he looked around in awe, like he had never been here before.

"This place is so pretty!"

It was very hard to keep a straight face whenever he spoke, and you allowed yourself to smile in amusement as you helped him lay on his berth.

He was knocked out immediately.

~

Sentinel could control himself around high grade. He had learned from past experiences that he was not to drink too much, even if you encouraged him to enjoy himself.

So he sat back and watched you Primes enjoy yourselves.

You noticed him sitting quietly, patiently, because you were - as usual - excluded from the festivities, even if not on purpose.

"You're oddly quiet," you noted, sitting down next to him.

"Someone has to be responsible here," he muttered bitterly, echoing Zeta's scolding from the last time. He looked tired; his optics were dull and his shoulders were hunched.

"You take such good care of us," you praised him, placing a servo on his shoulder. "You need to take care of yourself too."

"As if they would give me a break."

He wasn't always the cheerful advisor you saw. At times like this, the other Primes had worn him down so much that his energy levels dropped dangerously low, worrying you. They were too careless with your sparkmate, too mindless.

"Rest your optics for a moment," you told him, offering your shoulder. "I'll keep an optic on them."

He looked like he wanted to protest, but he had no energy to. He resigned himself to exhaustion, resting his helm on your shoulder and going offline for a few moments. You sighed contentedly, happy to take some of the load off him.

At least for a little while.

"Sentinel!"

Your sparkmate jerked back online, blinking a few times to clear his vision. He immediately stood up and responded to the call, despite your reluctance to let him go.

"Let me help you."

You found him cleaning up after the other Primes, not even hesitating to assist. He protested, but you refused to listen.

It got done faster, and you were happy to drag him back to your shared berthroom to get some much-needed rest. He tried to fight his exhaustion to spend a little more time with you, but you assured him you'd still be there when he came back online.

You were starting to notice a change in him, a spark of resentment for the other Primes, and it was worrying you despite your shared feelings on the matter.

The Mutation Situation!

A Mysterious Chemical: Ep. 1, Ep. 2, Ep. 3, Ep. 4, Ep. 5, Ep. 6. Ep. 7

Unveiled Disasters: Ep. 1, Ep. 2, Ep. 3, Ep. 4

Dudes, Tunes, and Mutagen: Ep. 1, Ep. 2, Ep. 3, Ep. 4, Ep. 5

Fading Fantasies: Ep. 1, Ep. 2, Ep. 3 Ep. 4. Ep. 5, Ep. 6

A Cure to a Curse: Ep. 1, Ep. 2 Ep. 3, Ep. 4

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I adore AU where MK is actually Wukongs and Macaques son 😭 if anyone knows a good fanfic, please share 🙏

This is basically a scene that I have in my head, where Macaque comes back to flower fruit mountain (from collecting some necessary things for the ritual thag they're gonna do to get a kid) to see Wukong has finished carving the stone monkey (their soon to be kid)

I think I will post more brainrot sketches and scenes. Hopefully inspiration won't leave me XD

God the mere image of a giant predacon like Predaking basically being a giant lap dog. The lovebirds cave being quite literally littered with random crap, some that’s organized and some that’s just thrown into a pile. Somehow he steals random furniture for you and the cave becomes a bit more like home- except Predaking doesn’t actually use any of it or let YOU use it for that matter, simply tearing apart the fabric stuffing to make the nest more comfortable for his human mate.

I love this trope so much - giant, terrifying, and ridiculously dangerous creature turning into an obedient puppy because it’s just THAT down bad. I eat this shit up like a gourmet dish every single time.

Also, the image of Predaking holding the most random thing in his jaws is so funny. And he would absolutely be so proud of himself for managing to get you such a “gift,” gently wagging his tail and curling his mouth into something resembling a smile. Then he places his find in front of you, and it turns out he brought you an old, ugly couch or a random set of clothes, which immediately becomes part of your nest.

Predaking will do everything in his power to make sure you live well with him and never even think about going back to your old life. And if you ever have doubts or feel especially awful, missing the past, Predaking is already on his way to get another gift, even more unexpected than the last one. Then he mass displaces to cuddle with you <3 (which basically means laying his helm on you and pinning you to the floor, knocking the air out of your lungs. But don't worry! He is always super gentle with you!).

BTW when I refer to characters as buff, big, broad, muscular or strong, this is what I'm imagining.

None of that dehydrated six-pack bullshit here, just wanted to mention that so we're on the same page.

Terraewe [Donatello & Dakota] – oc × canon

• In 2k12, she dies by sacrificing herself during the Space Arc

• In 2k14/2k16, in the second movie, she dies after being crushed

• In 2k18, in the kraang apocalypse future, she dies by sacrificing herself

A plot that could easily be from How to Train Your Dragon:

Platonic Predaking x Reader, but with the slight dynamic of the fox and the little prince in 'The Little Prince' story. Predaking basically being lonely, running into some random homeless child in the woods, and immediately deciding that he shall be tamed by this one child. Cue the reader 'taming'(more like being adopted by) Predaking and ending up having just this giant predacon as a guard and guardian. They live in a cave, alone together, with Predaking raiding delivery trucks for food for the little reader.

(Team Prime would probably check in here and there just to make sure the reader is actually still alive, all while Predaking acts like a brooding chicken.)

Sunshine

This is based on an AU where the turtles eventually did decide to take Chief Vincent's advice and go public. This also ties into my headcanon where they all have jobs and own their own businesses. This particular scene was actually from an RP with the lovely @danceingfae it was just begging to be written.

Michelangelo × female reader

No warnings - just Mikey being a sweetheart when his girlfriend is feeling insecure.

Aged up characters of course

It’s no secret that ever since the turtles had decided to come out of hiding and join common society that Mikey had become something of a celebrity. He attended parties and charity events. Hosted his own events at his comic book shops and flirted and met up with girls from time to time. This was his lifestyle for a while. He’d initially thought it was the best thing ever. He got to have his fun, finally have the life he’d dreamed of, meeting girls, having relationships, one-night-stands, whatever he liked.

This all changed when he met you, of course. He’d had a couple failed relationships under his belt that hadn’t lasted long. One crazy girl had cornered him in his shop after hours, stripped off all her clothes, and begged him to put a baby in her. That was kind of the turning point where he realized that maybe being a celebrity isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Meeting you and falling in love with you brought the realization that this was all he needed and all he’d ever wanted.

He still had fans, of course, still had girls coming up in restaurants and coffee shops asking for a picture and his autograph, but it had slowed down considerably after the internet had found out he was taken. Mikey hadn’t minded that at all. It gave him more space to breathe and more time to spend spoiling and loving on his girlfriend.

On this particular day he’d taken you to a Panera Bread. He knew you were craving their signature broccoli soup in a bread bowl combo and had decided to treat you to lunch.

The two of you had been chatting, and you had been just about to steal one of his muffin tops when a gaggle of teen and older girls rushed their table asking for their usual pictures and autographs. Mikey was happy to oblige but did tell them to make it quick because he was having lunch with his girl, sending a flirty wink your way.

You blushed, giggling softly. He always made a point of making you feel special in situations like these.

One girl in particular wasn’t satisfied with just a picture and an autograph. She’d been giving you the side-eye during the entire interaction and blatantly slipped him her number right in front of you.

Now, this did sometimes happen, but Mikey was always quick to rebuff it. As the girl turned to leave, he had gotten up from the table to follow her.

Initially, the girl looked pleased, but her expression quickly turned sour when she found he was handing it back to her.

Mikey was unendingly kind about it. “Hey, thanks, but I’ve already found someone who has my heart. Here’s your number. You should save it for the right guy for you.”

Her face reddened in embarrassment as she snatched the number from him. Anger bubbling into rage she decided to be nasty. “You’re kidding, right? That’s your girlfriend?”

The unkind words were heard by everyone, especially you. You shrank in your seat, wishing you could disappear and wanted to forget about eating altogether and run.

Your boyfriend is stunned a moment at the venomous words but he is ever the gentleman as he answers. “Yes, she is my girlfriend, and I’m very proud that she chooses to be with me. Have a good day.”

Tears were threatening to spill over when he came to collect you, taking you out of the restaurant for a breather. “I am so sorry…” He softly spoke as you both sat on a bench nearby.

The words still stung as you clung to his orange hoodie and buried your face in his chest. You couldn't help but cry softly into him, feeling ugly and stupid. It seemed he knew exactly what to do to counter this, and it didn’t take long for you to realize you were being rocked. Mikey was singing to you.

“You are my sunshine… my only sunshine…”

The soft singing broke you out of your reverie as you wiped your eyes while simultaneously craning your neck to look at him.

Mikey actually was pretty good at singing, his voice was smooth, melodic and comforting as he continued.

“You make me happy… when skies are grey. You’ll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

A shaky breath is exhaled as tears threatened to overtake you once again.

“You okay, babycakes?” He whispered, caressing your face.

You answered, “Yes…” but it doesn’t sound at all convincing and he knows it. You can see him quietly asking you to be honest with him and find yourself confessing how you really feel. “I was just… feeling like I’m not… not good enough…”

Mikey calmly tucks your hair behind your ears so he can see your face. “Tell me why you feel that way.”

You’re unable to stop these feelings of shame and insecurity as you get all choked up again. “Why me? You… you could have anyone you want… but you chose me, why?”

His response is automatic like he’d been waiting for you to ask him this.

“Babe… you’re not just anyone. You’re mine. You’re all I want, and I think about you, like, all the time. Any other girl pales in comparison to you. Heck, they could be a playboy pinup, and I still would pick you. You are all I need.”

You can’t help but giggle as more tears spring to your eyes, the good kind this time and you have to kiss him because if you don’t in this moment, you’ll feel like you regret it.

The kiss is slow, sweet and passionate and you parted breathlessly, gazing at each other.

“I love you…” The confession catches him by surprise because neither of you had been the first to say it… until now.

Now, it’s Mikey’s turn to feel emotional. His voice is quiet and a little unsure as he asks for confirmation. “You love me?”

“Yes.” You answered without hesitation. “I love you, Michelangelo.”

Strong arms banded around you as he kissed you with even more fervor, before pulling back just as suddenly. “I love you too!” He’d been so caught up with kissing you that he’d forgotten to say it back.

You giggled and kissed his beak. “Well, I’m glad we got that out of the way, all it took was… a crazy fan.” She can’t help but laugh.

He laughed, too. “Just know, babe, that I’m proud to be with you, I’ll shout it from the rooftops if I have to… want me to? I’ll do it right now!” his smile and enthusiasm are infectious, and you are giggling as you shake your head.

“This is enough, I’m just glad you’re with me.” You had just snuggled into his embrace again when your stomach growled, reminding you both you still hadn’t eaten.

Mikey kissed your nose and stood, bringing you to your feet. “Let’s finish our lunch, babe.”

“That sounds perfect.”

From that moment on, nothing could shake your confidence in your relationship with Mikey. Nothing. He was there to stay, and so were you.

The End

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