Sonardispatch Stories

"Stop fucking moving!" Sonar hisses, trying to apply the antiseptic on her leg. "I'm a good-" The woman kicks, her nose scrunched and eyebrows furrowed. "Get off me, mutt!" She lands a kick to his pink nose. He instantly lets go, his hands flying up to his face and holding onto the sensitive tissue. "This is what I get for trying to be a good guy!" He says, muffled by his hands. "Good guy?!" She stands quickly, pressing herself against the wall. "You hunted me down like an animal and-and... and you're freaky!" He glares at her, lowering his hands. "Freaky?" His neck cracks slightly. She really pissed him off. "Alright. Like I was saying before-" His spine contorts, his shoulder blades protruding into wings. The woman watches with a horrified expression but a challenge in her eyes. He slams his claws on the ground, hovering over her and his red tie dangling from his neck. "I am a good guy."

‧𓍢ִ໋🎯 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ in which tessa arden, a former vigilante with a tendency to stir up trouble and an aim that never misses, finds herself on the z-team or in which killshot learns to follow orders, all the while struggling to contain the feelings that swell in her chest every time she hears a certain voice in her ear - robert robertson x femOC - started 2 november 2025 - ongoing © sunbl3achedfly, 2025