Frequencies of The Heart (Soundwave x Reader)

Shadow In Motion

The ground trembled beneath your feet as Soundwave pulled you from the wreckage. The Nemesis was a crumbling mass of twisted metal behind you, burning wreckage scattering the landscape. The Autobots were relentless, attacking without pause, pushing the Decepticons further into retreat. The sound of gunfire echoed through the air, each shot a reminder of how close they were getting.

Soundwave moved with his usual calculated precision, his hand grasping your arm firmly as he led you away from the destruction. You followed in silence, your spark pounding in your chest. It was an odd, disjointed feeling—you were running, fleeing, but you weren't out of breath, your muscles weren't burning. Your new body didn't fatigue like your human one had, but the panic was still there, simmering beneath the surface.

As you ran, the ground beneath you shifted. Your mind struggled to keep up with everything happening. The war, the attack, the fact that you were now Cybertronian—it all blurred together, a chaotic mess of thoughts that you couldn't organize.

Then the shots came.

A sharp, piercing sound echoed through the air as a blast from an Autobot rifle hit Soundwave square in the back. The force of it sent him crashing to the ground, his massive form skidding across the dirt. You stopped in your tracks, your optics widening as panic surged through you.

"Soundwave!" You rushed to his side, your hands fumbling as you tried to help him up.

He groaned, his systems flickering as he attempted to push himself up, but the damage was severe. His shoulder plating was scorched and torn, wires exposed and sparking.

Another shot rang out, narrowly missing you as you ducked instinctively. The Autobots were closing in fast, their weapons trained on both of you. There was no time to think, no time to plan. Your mind raced, your body trembling as the fear you'd been holding at bay threatened to overwhelm you.

But then, something inside you shifted. It was a deep, primal feeling that surged through your systems, an instinct that was buried in the core of your new form. Your optics narrowed, and without fully understanding how, you felt the transformation begin.

The parts of your new body moved, gears and pistons shifting with a strange fluidity as your form twisted and contorted. You felt your legs elongate, your arms retract, and your frame lower to the ground. Your processors buzzed with the unfamiliar sensations, but you didn't resist. You let it happen.

In a matter of seconds, you had transformed—your new body taking the shape of something fierce, something predatory. You stood on all fours, your frame resembling a jaguar but more angular, more dangerous. Horns protruded from your head, sharp and menacing, and your tail lashed behind you, tipped with spikes that bristled in the air. Your optics gleamed with a new intensity, glowing with a feral energy you hadn't felt before.

The Autobots hesitated, surprised by your sudden transformation, and that was all the opportunity you needed.

With a snarl, you lunged at the nearest one, your claws raking across their armor with a sickening screech. They stumbled back, caught off guard, but you didn't stop. Your movements were swift, brutal. You pounced again, your spiked tail whipping around to strike another Autobot, sending them sprawling.

You weren't thinking anymore—only reacting. Each motion felt instinctive, like this new form had always been a part of you, waiting just beneath the surface. You moved with a precision and ferocity that startled even you, tearing through the Autobots with a single-minded purpose: protect Soundwave.

Another shot grazed your side, but you barely felt it, your focus sharp as you dispatched the last Autobot standing. You let out a low, guttural growl as the enemy fell, twitching before going still.

For a moment, everything was still. The Autobots were defeated, and the battlefield was eerily quiet, save for the crackling fires in the distance.

You stood there, your jaguar form breathing heavily, claws retracting into the ground. Your chest heaved, the adrenaline slowly fading from your systems. The fight had been quick, brutal, and you had won.

But the victory felt hollow. You weren't human anymore. And the ease with which you had transformed and fought was a reminder of just how far you had fallen from the person you once were.

Shaking off the thought, you turned to Soundwave. He was still on the ground, struggling to push himself up. Without hesitation, you padded over to him, nudging him gently with your muzzle. His visor flickered as he looked up at you, but even in his damaged state, you could feel his relief.

With careful precision, you moved behind him, using your larger, more stable form to help him to his feet. He leaned heavily against you, his frame sparking as his systems struggled to function properly.

"We need to find shelter," you murmured, though your voice sounded strange to your own ears—distorted by the jaguar form. You didn't dwell on it, focusing instead on the immediate task.

You scanned the area quickly, your optics locking onto a nearby cave, tucked away into the side of a rocky hill. It was large enough to hide you both, and hopefully deep enough to provide cover from any further attacks.

With Soundwave leaning on you, you moved quickly, your new form carrying you with surprising ease as you led him toward the cave. The ground was uneven, but you navigated it with the agility of your jaguar body, your claws digging into the dirt for stability.

Once inside the cave, you carefully lowered Soundwave to the ground, making sure he was positioned safely before stepping back to survey the area. The cave was dark, but your optics adjusted quickly, scanning for any signs of danger. It seemed safe for now—quiet, sheltered.

As the adrenaline from the fight slowly began to ebb away, you felt your body tremble again, but this time from something deeper. The reality of what had just happened, what you had done, crashed over you like a tidal wave. You had transformed—into something wild, something dangerous—and you had embraced it without question.

You looked down at your jaguar form, at the sharp claws and the deadly spikes that adorned your tail. This wasn't you. It couldn't be you. But it was, and that terrified you.

Slowly, you forced your body to revert, feeling the strange sensation of your limbs shifting and realigning as you returned to your humanoid form. When it was over, you stood there, staring down at your hands—hands that were no longer human, but still far less monstrous than the form you had just taken.

Soundwave let out a low, distorted sound, drawing your attention. He was still lying on the ground, his visor dim and flickering, but he was watching you. Even in his weakened state, there was something comforting in his gaze, a steady presence that cut through the chaos in your mind.

Without a word, you knelt beside him, your hand resting gently on his arm. He had always been there, even now, after everything. You weren't sure what to say—what could you say?—but the silence between you was enough.

For now, you had each other.