There's no one in the cosmos like you (Optimus Prime x Reader) (ON HOLD)

Chapter 14

(＊￣︶￣＊) hoi, I know that this is short, it's kinda a filler, I guess, but some of the things AngelHeart talks about will be important in later chapters. If I ever get there. ╮(╯▽╰)╭  

Love y'all, my fellow fluffies

I was sitting on the metal bed next to the computers, I was talking with Ratchet about my sparkling.

“.:Hey Ratchet, open a groundbridge for me, please:.” he walked over to the controls and powered up the bridge.

A soft thudding soon sounded from the tunnel of acid trip, the figure of a femme slowly formed from the swirling portal.

“Hey Ratchet, is (Y/N) back yet, was she at the space bridge location?” The femme was tall, maybe shoulder height to Optimus, she had a gold and white color palette with anthropomorphic wolf legs, tail and ears, along with horns that went past her ears.

She had a collar like rise of metal around her neck, like a dress shirt collar, pieces of metal plating came off of her hips and thin copper colored half loops went around the metal plates, thin wires made up a fringe that covered one optic, the other optic was a radiating deep calm blue with rings of light blue in the middle, small marks that looked like freckles covered her faceplates, she looked familiar.

“... Mom?” I questioned hesitantly, her helm whipped over to look in my direction, “(Y/N)?” She almost whispered.

Slowly, she made her way to my side, her servos raised to my helm and she gently inspected my body for wounds.

She saw the bandages around my tanks she froze, “who did this.” She hissed, “no one that you should be hunting down.” I said quietly in response.

She sighed while lowering her helm so our foreheads met, “I'm so happy that you're back.” she pulled back and smiled, her optic glowing brighter, “so, are you gonna let the baby grow and be born?” I nodded while putting my servo on my tanks, she sat beside me and gave me a side hug while comfortingly rubbing my upper arm, I leaned my helm on her shoulder.

I heard a quiet humming from mom, her voice sounding like an Alto, “what are you humming?” she thought for a moment, “It's ‘Feeling good' by Michael Buble, I used to sing it when I was at camp.” I sat up, “camp? What camp?” she took in a deep breath, and leaned back on her servos, “there's a camp, filled with descendents or even other children of mine, I-”, “I have siblings?!” I gasped, “half, half sisters and brothers, not born in the same years, unless they were born a twin or triplet. You were the first single child I've had in awhile.” I don't know why, but I felt slightly disappointed that I wasn't a twin or triplet, “where is it?” she looked back towards me, “the tribe moves the camp around every year or so, but it stays in America, and sometimes Canada, mostly cold places. We've even moved to Antarctica, we usually moved like a flock of birds, carrying all of our stuff while doing so, or we used vans if we were moving farther. I had to lead the group from LA to New York once, since it was the first time we had moved that far,” she chuckled at the memory, “I remember the police radio I had in my van was getting a bunch of calls about a line of about ten to twelve vans going down the freeway or highway, as some people call it, but they thought nothing of it since we have been seen in that town before and the cops knew me, so when a patrolling cop pulled us over and saw it was me, he said hi, asked how I was doing and we went on our way.”, “what are the people in the tribe?” I asked, “a subspecies of Culvinairy, just like you, you just don't have cat or wolf like ears or tail, so, I guess you're either a sub-subspecies or just a person who can transform and summon wings. I dunno.” she shrugged with a wonky smile.

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I looked down at the floor, “will… will I ever get to meet them?” I asked while looking back to her, “hopefully, but I know that they will love you.”

I smiled, “I hope they will.”

Here's Ange, hope I did good.

Love y'all.