Hello, can do resquest, Transformers earthspark Soundwave x Femme reader, where both were husbands but Soundwave cared more about Megatron leaving aside the reader who really did not want to participate in the war but Soundwave convinced her, and now Soundwave tries to court her back to the reader who took Ratbat with her
Echoes of the past.
Soundwave sat in the shadows of his makeshift quarters, the soft hum of the Ark’s distant systems the only sound. The war was over. The battlefields were silent. Yet, the void within his spark had never been louder.
You.
His bonded sparkmate, the one who had always been his anchor, had left long ago, taking Ratbat with you. He couldn’t blame you—not after what he had done.
During the war, his loyalty to Megatron had consumed him. He had placed the Decepticon cause above everything else, including you. Your reluctance to participate in the war had been clear, but his words—his persuasion—had drawn you in.
And then he had left you to fight alone, prioritizing Megatron’s commands over your well-being, over your spark.
Now, you were gone, and the regret was suffocating.
When Soundwave finally located you, it was by chance—a brief glimpse of your unique energy signature detected through his network. You had settled on a quiet, neutral planet, far from Cybertron and its politics. The small home you shared with Ratbat was modest, surrounded by greenery and untouched by war.
He stood at a distance, watching as you interacted with Ratbat, who was perched on your shoulder, chirping happily. It was a serene moment, a picture of the peace you had always wanted—and one he had denied you.
"Y/N," he finally spoke, his voice filtered through his visor.
You froze, your optics narrowing as you turned to face him. Ratbat fluttered its wings, sensing the tension in the air.
"Soundwave," you replied coldly, your tone cutting through the silence.
He took a step closer, his frame towering yet subdued. "I have come... to atone."
Your optics flared, the emotions you had buried for so long surging to the surface. "Atone? Now? After everything? You dragged me into that war, Soundwave. You convinced me that it was for a better future. And then you left me—left us—for Megatron and his endless crusade."
He flinched at your words, his normally stoic demeanor cracking. "Megatron... was misguided. I was misguided."
You laughed bitterly. "Misguided doesn’t even begin to cover it. I begged you to leave the war behind, but you were too blinded by loyalty to see what it was doing to us—to me."
Soundwave’s visor dimmed, his hands clenching at his sides. "Regret... overwhelming."
"Regret won’t change what happened," you said, your voice softer now but still firm. "I’ve built a life here, away from all of it. Ratbat and I are finally free."
"I have changed," Soundwave said, his voice almost a whisper. "The war... is over. Megatron... no longer commands my loyalty. My spark... belongs to you."
You stared at him, searching for any sign of deception. But all you saw was sincerity—and pain.
"And what do you expect me to do with that?" you asked, crossing your arms.
"Request: a chance," he said, taking another cautious step forward. "To rebuild. To prove... my devotion."
Ratbat chirped softly, glancing between the two of you.
"You can’t just walk back into my life and expect things to go back to the way they were," you said, your voice trembling. "You broke my trust, Soundwave. Do you even understand how hard it was for me to leave?"
"Understanding: complete," he said, his tone heavy with guilt. "Effort: will not falter."
Over the next several cycles, Soundwave worked tirelessly to prove himself. He didn’t push or demand anything from you—instead, he focused on small gestures.
He repaired parts of your home that had fallen into disrepair. He brought you rare energon treats that he knew you liked. He even spent hours with Ratbat, who was initially wary of him but slowly began to warm up.
One day, as you watched Soundwave fixing a broken energon generator, you felt a pang in your spark. Despite everything, he was trying.
Late one evening, you found him sitting outside, staring up at the stars. He seemed smaller somehow, his frame less imposing than you remembered.
"Soundwave," you said softly, approaching him.
He turned, his visor reflecting the starlight. "Y/N."
You sat beside him, the silence stretching between you. Finally, you spoke. "I see what you’re trying to do. And I appreciate it. But it’s going to take time."
"Understanding," he said simply.
You hesitated, then reached out to place a hand on his. "I just need to know that this time, it’s real. That I’m not just second to another cause."
He turned his hand to grasp yours gently. "Priority: you. Always."
A Spark Rekindled
In the weeks that followed, the walls you had built around your spark began to crack. Soundwave’s presence became a comfort rather than a reminder of the past. Ratbat, too, seemed happier, often perching on Soundwave’s shoulder and chirping contentedly.
One day, as you stood in the doorway of your home, watching him tinker with a new project, you felt a warmth in your spark that you hadn’t felt in a long time.
"Soundwave," you called.
He turned, his visor glowing faintly. "Yes, Y/N?"
You stepped forward, your optics meeting his. "Maybe... it’s time we tried again."
His frame stiffened in surprise, but then he reached out to take your hand. "Gratitude: eternal."
As you leaned into him, resting your helm against his chest plate, you felt the steady hum of his spark beneath the metal. For the first time in what felt like forever, you allowed yourself to hope.