Transformers One Shots (Requests Open) (Autobots)

Battle Scars. TFP Optimus x Scarred! Femme reader

    A/N: To anyone who doesn't think they are beautiful. What your mind and others are telling you is a lie. You are beautiful. No matter what, if your scarred, depressed, or have gone through things that most others haven't. Remember, you are you. I love you beautiful people. So please stay safe during COVID19 and anything else. I hope you enjoy this. 

Rae Out.

   Why would he want an ugly femme like yourself. Y/N thought to herself. Y/N sighed, letting out the breath she didn't know she had. Another day, another day in this misreable scrap-heap called life.  Your scars make you look hideous. He is a prime. He would want a femme like Arcee, I may be a better warrior than her, but she has it all. The perfect looks, baby blue optics, everything.  Y/N thoughts keep her awake. She couldn't fall asleep. All Y/N could think about was the dreadful day. 

*Memory*

    A (A/C) femme lay on the ground. Energon poured out of her. There was a gaping hole her side, the blue color of her life blood spilled. An agonizing cry came from her. Y/N struggled to vent in and out. Her chassis stained a neon color instead of her original (A/C). Bluebell forgive me. I know I promised I would live, but I can't hold on anymore. Y/N thought.

*Back to the Present*

* Le time skip, brought to you by Bumblebee eating a cinnamon roll, like the fluffy bean he is*

   "Optimus, lets go." Y/N said. Her (A/C) glistening in the light. Y/N winced slightly the pain. Her left pede was in pain but she was tough. Y/N wouldn't let that stop her from proving herself to the Prime. Oh, Y/N could go on and on about him. But as usual Y/N pushed down her emotions. Thinking what she usually thought. The mission was Y/N's first priority. 

  "I agree Y/N." Optimus said in that deep, rich, poetic voice. The voice that caused Y/N to fall helm over heels for him. Of coarse the Prime was oblivious to this. Or so Y/N thought. 

(OPTIMUS P.O.V.)

 I sighed inwardly, Y/N was right by me. The way she carried her dignity, and pride. The honor she possessed. Everything about her is, amazing. As I glanced at her I noticed her posture was a little slumped. But as soon as I took note of that her helm turned towards me. Her faceplates were slashed across by a scar that ran from her optic ridge down her chassis and stopped at her tanks. Y/N was missing an optic but that didn't make her ugly. In fact the I know of how she puts herself down.  

"Y/N, forgive me for this." I whisper, barely audible to anyone but her. My servo touched her faceplates on the side. I pulled her close to me by putting my other servo on her backstrut. Y/N gasped. I ignored it. My dermas met hers. Even though they were metal they were the softest thing I have ever felt. 

(Back to regular P.O.V.)

 Y/N's processor was swarmed with a million thoughts all at once. At first Y/N was shocked, but Y/N soon found herself pressing back. When Y/N and Optimus were still enjoying their moment a camera flash stopped Y/N dead in her tracks. 

   "MIKO!" Y/N roared. "Get back here, right now!" And Y/N then set off to chase the tiny squishy, er human. Y/N did prefer to refer to the humans as squishies.