Hello. I really like your stories. You can write something with Optimus Prime Bay, please? Thank you very much in advance. :)
Between Metal and Mayhem (Bayverse Optimus X Human Reader) Oneshot!
Summary: Youâre a street racer, living life in the fast lane, until a mysterious semi-truck (Optimus) ends up in your garage with battle damage. You patch him up without knowing who he really isâuntil the Autobots come knocking.
The first time you saw him, he was half-dead on wheels.
A massive red and blue semi-truck, battle-scarred, barely holding together, rolled into your garage at two in the damn morning. Youâd been working late, tinkering with your prized rideâa matte black beast of a carâwhen you heard the sputtering engine outside. The truck looked like it had been through hell: deep gashes in the plating, shattered windows, and one side dented like it had taken a direct hit from a wrecking ball.
"Whoa," you muttered, circling the vehicle. "You get into a fight with a freight train?"
You frowned. No driver in sight. Odd, but youâd dealt with stranger. The cityâs underground racing scene wasnât exactly known for law-abiding citizens, and youâd had your fair share of mystery clients before.
Sighing, you grabbed your tools. "Alright, big guy. Letâs get you fixed up."
A week later, your garage was starting to feel⌠watched. Maybe it was paranoia, or maybe it was the sentient truck youâd unknowingly adopted.
You didn't know Optimus was listening when you got into an argument with your least favorite racer, Joshua. The guy was all ego, no skill, and he had a bad habit of running his mouth.
"Youâre seriously entering the next race?" Joshua scoffed, arms crossed. "Please. The only thing youâre good at is talking big."
You leaned against your car, smirking. "Youâre right, I do talk big," you admitted. "But at least I can back it up. You, on the other hand? Last time we raced, you wiped out so hard I thought you were auditioning for a Fast & Furious crash scene." Joshua his pride taken down, exited from your garage muttering some curse words.
A low chuckle rumbled from behind you.
You turned, heart skipping a beat.
Optimus had been silent this whole time, parked like an ordinary truck, but now⌠he laughed?
"You find this funny, huh?" you mused, running a hand over his hood.
"If confidence is measured in words, you would be unmatched," Optimus rumbled, his deep voice nearly making you jump out of your skin.
You stumbled back. "WHAT THEâ"
Optimus just sighed. "We need to talk."
So, yeah. Turns out, your truck was an alien. And now, his alien war was your problem.
The Decepticons came looking for him two nights later.
You were out testing your car when the first explosion rocked the street. A sleek, black Decepticon with glowing red optics skidded into view, gunning straight for you.
"Shit, shit, shit!" You swerved, tires screeching, narrowly avoiding a blast that took out a lamppost.
"Get clear!" Optimus' voice boomed through your earpiece.
"Kind of trying here, boss-bot!" You yanked the wheel, cutting down a narrow alleyway. The Decepticon followed, but it was a mistakeâyou knew these streets better than anyone.
"Letâs see how well you handle corners," you muttered, shifting gears.
You pulled a handbrake turn so sharp it shouldâve been illegal, sending the enemy bot skidding into a concrete wall. Before it could recover, a streak of red and blue thundered past youâOptimus, in all his towering, sword-wielding glory.
"You drive like a Cybertronian," he remarked, cutting the Decepticon down with one brutal swing.
"Thanks," you panted. "You fight like a pissed-off gladiator."
You should have been terrified of him. He was a giant alien robot leading an intergalactic war, and you were just some grease-stained street racer with a death wish. But instead? You found yourself intrigued.
One night, while patching up his plating, you decided to test something.
"You know," you said casually, tapping a wrench against his side, "for a guy with a war record longer than my grocery list, youâre pretty easy on the eyes."
Optimus didnât react immediately. You figured he'd either ignore it or give you some wise, noble response. Instead, he tilted his head, optics glowing in amusement.
"I could say the same about you," he said smoothly.
You blinked. "Wait. Hold on. Did you justâdid you just--?"
He chuckled, low and deep. "Merely an observation."
You pointed at him, grinning. "You so did...flirt. Donât think I wonât remember this, Prime."
"I would be disappointed if you didnât."
Oh. Oh, you were in trouble.