Frequencies of The Heart (Soundwave x Reader)

Requiem

The forest stretched out endlessly before you, trees blurring into dark, indistinct shapes as you and Soundwave ran. His damaged frame stumbled, leaning heavily against you for support, his movements sluggish, his systems barely holding together. The distant roar of the Autobots' engines grew louder, relentless in their pursuit. Each step felt heavier, each breath more ragged, as though the weight of everything you had carried for so long was finally catching up to you.

There was no place left to hide. You could feel it, sense the tightening of fate around you. This was the end of the road, and what lay beyond was uncertain. But you knew one thing for sure: you were done running.

"Here," you panted, pulling Soundwave toward a narrow gap in the trees. "We can take shelter here."

The two of you ducked into a thick patch of brush, the darkness swallowing you whole. The Autobots were close—too close—but the noise of their engines began to fade as they veered off in another direction, scanning for a target they had momentarily lost. Your spark pounded in your chest, your breath shallow as you crouched next to Soundwave, the shadows clinging to you like a second skin.

Silence settled over the forest. But it wasn't the calm you had hoped for—it was the kind that sat heavy in the air, like a storm building just over the horizon.

Soundwave's visor flickered, his systems struggling. He leaned back against a tree, his frame sagging as he tried to conserve what little energy he had left. You watched him, your own thoughts swirling with a mixture of exhaustion and guilt. He had been so loyal, so constant through everything, and now... now he was falling apart.

The two of you sat in silence for a long time, the weight of unspoken words hanging between you. The resentment you had carried for weeks still simmered under the surface, but it was hard to hold onto it when you saw him like this—fragile, vulnerable. You weren't used to seeing Soundwave this way.

"Anon..." His voice crackled weakly through his damaged vocalizer, pulling you from your thoughts.

You turned to him, meeting the faint glow of his visor. "Yeah?"

"War... is ending."

You blinked, unsure of what he meant. "What do you mean?"

Soundwave's visor dimmed slightly as if the effort to explain was almost too much for him. "Autobots... Decepticons... fading. Fight cannot... last."

You looked away, staring at the ground beneath you. He was right. The war had been dragging on for so long, with no clear victor in sight. The lines between the two factions had blurred, and you had found yourself caught in the middle, unsure of who you were fighting for—or why. But if the war was fading, what came after? What was left for you?

"Then why are we still fighting?" you asked quietly. "Why do we keep running if it's all falling apart anyway?"

Soundwave shifted slightly, his frame creaking with the motion. "Because... we must."

The simplicity of his answer hit you harder than you expected. It wasn't about victory anymore, or loyalty to the Decepticons. It wasn't even about survival, not really. It was about something deeper—something that had kept both of you going through everything.

"Together," Soundwave added, his voice almost too quiet to hear.

You closed your eyes, the weight of the word pressing down on you. Together. That was all it had ever been. Through the chaos of war, through the transformation that had ripped you from your human life and turned you into something else, the one constant had been Soundwave. And now, even with your resentment and frustration, even with the sense of being lost in this war, you knew you couldn't leave him. Not like this.