Summary: a gentle dispatcher (in training) lets herself have fun for once, and Victor realizes just how far he’s fallen for her.
CW: alcohol use/tipsiness, drug mention, unwanted advances/creepy flirting, protective Victor, lots of cute fluff :)!
Guys. I just love him so much! If you guys have any dispatch requests pls send them over, my brain is ROTTED😭🫶
Dividers by @strangergraphics <3
The club thrums like a living creature.
Every surface sweats neon— purple smearing into blues smearing into hot pink streaks across the walls. Bass rattles the bones of the place, drowning out the city outside. It’s the kind of night Victor usually slips into like a second skin, dancing until the lines of his body blur into pure motion and the drugs smooth his mind into bliss.
But tonight, for the first time in forever, he’s aware. Sharply aware.
Because you’re here.
He spots you the moment the rest of the z-team funnels through the entrance— Prism shimmering in something holographic, Malevola dressed like she hexed the dress code, and in between them… you. Their newest trainee dispatcher. Calm, quiet, soft-handed you— who normally spends her hours with a headset on and a strange, steady patience like you’re holding the whole city together with kindness alone.
Now you’re stepping into a club of full heat and noise, and the contrast is so unfairly beautiful it sucker-punches him.
You’re in something simple but pretty— something that brushes your thighs when you walk and catches the light every time you move. Your hair’s a little messy from dancing on the way over. You laugh at something Prism whispers, and Victor feels the sound like an electric filament unspooling itself down his spine.
He leans back against a pillar, drink in hand, trying very hard not to stare.
He fails immediately.
You’re already swaying on the dance floor, letting Prism and Malevola pull you into their orbit. And you’re good— loose in that tipsy, unbothered way that people who don’t dance often tend to be once they give in. You toss your head back during the chorus, hair catching neon ribbons of light, and Victor’s chest tightens.
He tells himself it’s the drugs. That’s usually a safe bet.
But even he knows better.
You do this thing with your hands— gesturing dramatically at Prism, teasing her— and Malevola howls with laughter. You lean into it, cheeks flushed, eyes soft with warmth. You’re always sweet at work, gentle in a way the rest of them aren’t built for. But here, you’re something else. Unbuttoned. Playful. Still soft, yes— but more alive. Like color running outside the lines in the best possible way.
Victor takes a long sip from his drink, settling deeper against the pillar. He should join you. He wants to. His pulse is begging him to. His muscles twitch with the beat like they might drag him forward on their own.
But he hesitates.
Because he’s watching you.
Because you’re too fun to interrupt.
Because his heart is doing something stupid and spark-like that has nothing to do with chemistry and everything to do with your smile.
You turn in a loose spin— half grace, half tipsy enthusiasm— and Prism has to catch your waist. You burst into laughter, clutching her arms for balance. Victor’s hand twitches like he wants to be the one holding you.
He presses the heel of his palm to his eye.
Get it together, man.
Still, he can’t look away.
You dance without restraint. Without fear of looking ridiculous. Without shame. It’s like you trust the room to hold your joy. Like you trust your team to keep you safe. And the softness in that almost hurts.
And when you laugh again— full, warm, unselfconscious— he realizes he’s probably doomed.
And you’re dancing now. Really dancing.
Hands in the air, body rolling to the beat, eyes bright and half-lidded. You joke with Malevola about something, miming a dramatic gasp. You wiggle your eyebrows at Prism. You keep accidentally bumping into people and apologizing with a smile that’s so sincere Victor watches them forgive you on the spot.
You’re the kind of person people make room for.
The kind he wants to protect even if you’re perfectly capable of holding your own.
He’s drifting toward the dance floor before he realizes it.
Not close enough to crowd you— just in orbit. Just to make sure you’re okay. You laugh at something Malevola shouts, throwing your head back, and his knees nearly buckle.
You’re not subtle, he tells himself.
He doesn’t care.
When the song shifts, you breathe out, hands on your chest. “Water. I need water. I’m ninety percent glitter and sweat at this point.”
Prism throws an arm around you. “Then go, little hydration fairy. Bring us liquid salvation.”
You do a little salute, giggling. “Three waters! I’m on it.”
You start toward the bar.
Victor follows at a distance so natural nobody notices.
He’ll dance later.
Right now, he’s looking out for you.
Whether he admits why or not.
The club air tastes like citrus and heat and something faintly sweet— like the remnants of champagne spilled hours ago. The bar counter is a kaleidoscope of reflections. You lean with your elbow on the cool metal surface, catching your breath with a smile you can’t shake.
You’re having a good night.
Like— shockingly good. You don’t usually do clubs. You’re a “quiet dinner with friends” person. A “movie night with hot cocoa” kind of girl. But tonight? Prism and Malevola swept you up like a pair of glittery hurricanes, and you let yourself get carried.
And you’re… proud of yourself.
You danced. You laughed. You let go.
The music still thrums in your bones.
“You okay there?” The bartender asks kindly.
You grin. “I’m perfect. I need water, actually. Three of them, please.”
“Coming right up.”
While he fetches bottles, you swat absentmindedly to the beat. Your hips can’t help it; your body’s still warm and fizzy with movement. You’re already imagining going back to the girls— Prism will cheer, Malevola will pretend she hates water and drink it anyways.
You’re happy. Soft around the edges. Untethered in the nicest way.
Which is why the voice behind you makes you jump.
“You dance pretty good for someone who looks like they’re reading a book in the corner.”
You blink and turn. A man. Older than you by at least a decade. Close enough to smell the whiskey on his breath.
You step back politely. “Oh— thanks? I think? Just having fun.”
“Come dance with me.”
You shake your head with a strained smile. “I’m with friends right now.”
He leans closer. Too close. “You can come back to them later.”
“No, really,” you say with that firm softness you’ve perfected. “I’m good.”
He reaches out— two fingers hooking your wrist.
Not hard, but insistent.
Something cold flickers under your ribs.
“I said come here—“
“And she said she’s not interested.”
The voice slips in behind you, smooth as velvet and twice as dangerous.
You don’t have to look to know who it is. The sense of safety that blooms in your chest is instantaneous.
Victor steps between you and the man, posture lazy, smile dreamily calm— the way people smile right before they ruin someone’s whole evening.
“She’s good,” Victor says lightly. “You can go.”
The man scoffs. “Mind your business.”
Victor’s smile widens, slow and soft. Too soft.
“My guy,” he says, “her heart rate just jumped like thirty beats in three seconds. The only time it does that is when she’s scared or when I make her laugh. And trust me— you aren’t funny.”
Your face warms.
Even tipsy, you glare at him for that.
Victor’s eyes flick to you. His smile softens in a completely different way.
Then he turns back to the man, voice a breath colder. “Last chance.”
The man mutters something and disappears.
You sag against the bar, breath leaving your lungs in a rush.
Victor turns to you immediately, brows knitting.
“You okay?” He murmurs. “He didn’t hurt you?”
“No,” you say softly. “He just… grabbed my wrist.”
You lift your hand.
Victor gently takes it, checking the skin like he’s memorizing it.
“Does it hurt?”
“No,” you say again. “Just startled me.”
His jaw flexes.
Then— very quietly— “Your heart’s still fast.”
You make a small noise. “Victor…”
He leans closer, lips brushing your temple. “I’m just saying. I can hear everything.”
You hide your face with one hand. “You’re embarrassing me.”
“That’s okay. You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”
You nearly perish.
He steadies you with a warm hand at the small of your back after paying the bartender, guiding you gently through the crowd like you’re something precious he’s holding onto.
You don’t mind his touch.
You lean into it, actually.
Somewhere between the bar and your friends, you realize your smile hasn’t left once.
Prism cries out: “Hydration goddess returns!”
Malevola steals her bottle instantly.
But Victor doesn’t let go of your waist.
He doesn’t even pretend to.
The next song swells— something slower, sweeter, warm as honey over the speakers. You finish sipping your water, and Victor steps in front of you.
“Dance with me,” he says quietly.
You open your mouth automatically to deflect— but then close it. Because you want to. Because the adrenaline hasn’t faded yet. Because you feel good. Loose. Brave.
So you smile— one of your real ones, brought and soft and a little mischievous.
“Only if you promise not to make fun of my moves.”
Victor nearly stops breathing. “Sweetheart, I’ve been watching you dance all night. I’m trying not to propose.”
Your laugh is light and breathless. “Oh my god, Victor—“
He pulls you closer.
And then closer still.
The beat vibrates through your ribs as you settle your hands behind his neck, burying them into the fur there. You fit against him so naturally it’s almost unfair. His palms drift to your hips, thumbs brushing skin.
“You scared me earlier,” he murmurs into your hair.
You sway with him, voice gentle. “I’m alright now.”
“Yeah,” he hums. “I can hear that too.”
You roll your eyes. “You and the heartbeat thing.”
“What?” He teases. “It’s convenient. Like having a built-in lie detector for flirting.”
“I’m not flirting,” you say.
“Liar.” He leans down. “Your heart just jumped again.”
You groan. “I hate you.”
“No you don’t,” he whispers. “You like me. A lot.”
You lift your head, meeting his eyes. “And if I do?”
He stares at you.
Something shifts in his face— something unguarded, warm, and a little awed.
“Then,” he says softly, “I’m the luckiest idiot in this place.”
Your breath catches.
He doesn’t kiss you.
But he rests his forehead against yours, swaying you gently while lights paint your skin in stripes of blue and pink.
“Do me a favor?” He murmurs.
“What?”
“Don’t wander off alone again. Please.”
You place a hand on his cheek, thumb brushing the fur just under his eye.
“Okay,” you whisper. “I won’t.”
Something in him unspools at that.
You feel it in the way he exhales— long, quiet, relieved. His arms slide around your waist, pulling you close like the promise matters more to him than the air in his lungs.
And for the rest of the song, you dance slow— his heartbeat, your heartbeat, and the club’s heartbeat weaving into something soft and bright and real.
Sonar with a partner who's a social butterfly but gets flustered with affection 😢😢 def not calling myself out
it wasn't uncommon when it was made clear you talked, a lot. and it was hard to stop you when they already got you going, so most usually stopped to listen, your stories were really interesting as a bonus! alice, and janelle could vouch for that.
"and i was like no way, he actually cheated on her with her dad? and he went yeah, and i wanted to ask... oh my god!" you gasp feeling a cold arm snake around your waist. it was your boyfriend, who was currently putting his fluffy head on the empty space beside your nape. "go on, i didn't mean to interrupt, baby."
fuck you know he did but.... you just always froze at his touch. not out of fear, but out of the warmth that spread over your figure that it made him feel cold to you although it was very much the opposite.
you had been making friends all over the office, so it wasn't long before everyone was aware how much of chatterbox you were, and how lively you could be around others.
and to add on: everyone must've known that by now, the only way to ever shut you up was to call on sonar to look at you for more than four seconds!
even as you bounced upon every wall you could find, even robert knows to tease you by calling out sonar's name when you decide to bother him next.
"rob... you know that favor i asked you for? what if! what if i change it to..." - "not these crazy experimental 'team bonding' thing again..." - "i promise it'll be better this ti-" - "sonar!" - "don't!!"
and all whilst you were aware of this teasing everyone had circulated around you... you still couldn't help but melt under your lover's gaze. not when he looked at you like he could manhandle and eat you right up on the spot.
sonar loves giving back hugs and resting his chin on top of your head and this is a hill i have just now decided that i will die on. i am not sure what kind of bat sonar is but apparently spectral bats show their affection/greet each other with a hug of sorts where they wrap their wing around another bat and because sonar's regular form doesn't have wings, i think he'd settle for a bro side hug or a back hug with his lover. no words, he just appears behind you, wraps his arms around you, and props his fluffy chin on your head. honestly the best thing you could experience in winter when it's cold and half of him is fur.
this is also where i say i believe he is a quality time type of guy (with the addition of physical touch thanks to the back hugging) because he could be content with hugging you from behind and just soaking in the silence with you -as much as he is a bit of a yapper sometimes.
summary: blonde blazer recruited you for the phoenix programming as a dispatcher a while after you first got arrested after being busted for running a phone scam. you actually enjoyed your new 9 to 5, if only you could get that bat out of your head.
a/n: GUYS I THINK THIS FIC GOT ME OUT OF MY WRITING RUT
tags: lowercase, second person, ex-villains, friends to lovers, fluff, office crush, yearning? yearning, language, canon type violence, alcohol, i make jokes about the game mechanics (lovingly), you’re lowkey in denial about liking him, kissing, no editing we die like men
ao3 version
when you first wore a headset, you were convincing people that their loved ones were being held hostage until they coughed up a hefty chunk of ransom money or convincing old people to buy snake oil drugs from their “friends” that were basically just sugar pills. you went by echo, with the power to mimic anyone’s voice that you’ve heard before. it was fun for a while and made you a shit ton of money, until you were caught of course.
now, you were dispatching ex-villains like yourself in the phoenix program to take care of the public. the pay was decent and no one said anything if you took more breaks than usual, so you stuck to the office job. you liked bossing people around and your team trusted you to guide them, especially since you used to be one of them. plus, you were right across from chase, who would laugh in his endearing old man way when you intimidated robert’s voice to say stupid shit like “where’s my chlamydia cream?”
and of course it was always nice to see son- victor in the office. he told you his real name a few weeks ago but you were so used to calling him by his hero name, it was still a little hard to adjust to. he always seemed to perk up a bit when you said victor instead of sonar, but you rationalized it as him just recognizing his real name.
definitely not because he loves it when you say his name.
your team and the z team were surprisingly close, so you saw all of them around the office more often than not. especially victor.
not that you manually facilitated that by always taking your breaks at the same time as him or anything. that would be something a crazy person would do! you liked hearing his voice, whether he was talking about crypto or making a vaguely inappropriate joke that you probably would’ve reported if you weren’t head over heels for him. his little squeaks (that everyone else considers LOUD screeches) are endearing to you and you don’t even mind when he eats rodents or mice! you hoped it didn’t leave a long residue in his mouth, especially when you fantasized about kissing him, rat guys would not be preferred.
he always made you laugh, that’s probably when you started to get that fuzzy feeling in your stomach whenever he was around. all you could imagine when he was around was running your hands through his fur, wondering if he would make happy little chirps like a real bat would.
you quickly shook your head, hoping your mind would clear like one of those old etchasketch toys. sometimes, when you would be feeling really paranoid, you would worry that his sensitive ears could actually hear your thoughts. it’s definitely some sort of anxiety that you didn’t feel like addressing, so you tried to keep your thoughts of how far his fur went down his chest to a minimum.
your team was doing surprisingly well today with minimal disruptions and only one or two menially strange tasks.
near the end of your shift, your phone lit up with a call.
it was victor.
strange, he should be on call right now or maybe already dispatched into the field with the rest of his team. you slipped your headset down to rest around your neck and quickly held the phone up to your ear.
“hello?”
“hey sweets, it’s me. i gotta panel here that needs voice authentication. mind helping me out?”
you ignored the warmth on your cheeks at the pet name. it’s not like it’s the first time he’s used a sweet nickname for you but it still gave you butterflies.
“at your service manbat, what and who do you need?”
“i need the mayor saying, uh- what was it again?” he asked someone in the room he was in. “got it, sprinkle sundae unicorn.”
“…you’re fucking with me.”
“i really wish i was, but i need you to say it now before a missle launches.”
“what???”
“now!”
“FUCK- SPRINKLE SUNDAE UNICORN,” you practically yelled into the phone, your throat glowing a soft pink as you activated your powers. now, in any other office setting, hearing a grown woman with the voice of the mayor screaming about what sounded like a little girls ice cream order would’ve been weird. but working in the phoenix program department, no one batted an eye.
you heard a loud beep on the other side of the line and a loud hiss of air. victor let out a sigh of relief.
“thanks a lot sweetheart, i owe you one,”’ he said in a way that you hear his grin in it.
“oh yeah? how about a drink tonight where you tell me why the fuck i just said that.”
“deal.”
“-so somehow he managed to press all 3 buttons at the same time to trigger the thing and i was the only one in the area.”
you and victor sat side by side at the bar, both of you with a cheap beer in your hand. the rest of the phoenix squads were scattered about, most already tipsy at this point in the night. you were definitely getting there.
“how the hell did he manage to do that?”
“fuck if i know, but he hit his head on the desk and knocked himself out right after that. the beeping for the timer was loud enough to alert the offices nearby and someone scrambled for the sdn line. i was the closest person in the area and luckily, i knew the right person to help,” he recounted with a smirk at the end, taking a sip of his now lukewarm beer once he finished.
“god, you are so lucky to know me,” you said in a jokingly cocky way, a proud grin on your lips before you drained your glass.
“yeah, i am,” he said in a surprisingly serious voice, his white eyes locking onto yours.
you searched his face for something, anything to give you some semblance of what he was thinking when he said that. was he actually being serious? or was it just the alcohol? he would off handedly say similar shit sometimes, but you figured he was like that with everyone.
boy were you wrong.
“why are you looking at me like that?” you blurted out, your tongue loose with curiosity as your inhibitions were lowered.
“like what?” he countered, his body unconsciously leaning closer to you.
your narrowed your eyes in frustration and slightly pursed your lips, “i don’t know, like you like me.”
“i do like you.”
“you know what i mean.”
“do i?”
you flicked his forehead and continued glaring at him, “cmon, a harvard graduate should be able to give me better answers than that!”
“ow!” he exclaimed over dramatically and covered the hurt spot. “okay okay, you got me. look, i-”
BOOM.
an explosion went off near by that sounded way too close for comfort and in the blink of an eye, both phoenix squad teams in the bar abandoned their drinks to go investigate.
the cool night air was thankfully pretty sobering, especially seeing the small mushroom cloud erupting only a few blocks away.
robert called out a basic, but cautious infiltration plan for the heros to follow before taking off towards the sdn, calling after you to join him. as much as you wanted to join the others to investigate, you knew you would be more useful getting all angles from the cameras.
your eyes darted around, looking for victor. once you found him, he was already transformed with his bright red eyes already on you. he let out a screech and nodded his head towards robert’s direction. he looked antsy, as if he couldn’t fly until he knew that you were safe. you nodded back to him, taking a few steps backwards with your eyes not leaving his. victor did the same, preparing to take off. both of you knew the risks of the job, but you couldn’t help the nervous tightening of your throat.
you turned away first, breaking out in a dead sprint to the sdn building and fumbling with your purse to yank out your id card. the loud swoops of victor’s wings slowly faded away and before you knew it, you were shoving your keycard against the front door sensor and running up to your desk. you logged in and immediately started to look for cameras in the area, not finding any that didn’t need a passcode. cursing under your breath, you started working on hacking the cameras with robert.
when you first started the job, you would not have guessed that a lot of hacking cameras involved a dodecahedron. but life is full of surprises.
once you finally got into the cameras, the whole thing was a shitshow. half a building was gone and the lower half was on the verge of collapse, there were red ring henchmen all over the place, and there was some kind of blue acid all over the place.
you and robert directed your teams as best as you could, mostly keeping an eye on their backs to warn them of people in their blind spots. robert shouted something about a chain reaction, adding to the chaos as you tried to help both teams.
“on your left electra. prism you’ve got two coming up behind you. damn it- coil, if you can get to the vent behind the staircase you should be able to find the kill switch.”
your eyes flicked from screen to screen, looking for victor. where the hell was he?
across the screen of camera 4, you saw a black blur go by and followed it to camera 5 that showed victor and the other flying heros with licenses evacuating the remaining citizens in the bottom half of the building. you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, slightly relaxing your posture while still keeping an eye on your teams.
he’s safe. he’s okay. he’s-
BOOM.
another explosion went off and the comms were flooded with both teams checking on each other. everyone responded, except victor.
“does anyone have eyes on sonar?” you hastily asked, frantically checking all of the cameras you had access to. people were scrambling and all you could hear was the blood rushing in your ears, your heart beating out of your chest.
a thump hit the window outside of the office and the top part swung open, a dark figure crawling into the office leaving a trail of ever darker liquid behind it.
it was sonar.
“victor!” you threw off your headset and ran to him, kneeling beside his full bat form and lightly putting pressure on his shoulders to stop him from crawling. he looked dazed, head still wildly looking around.
“hey hey, look at me,” you whispered and cupped the sticky blood soaked fur on his cheeks, tilting his head down to look at you.
“it’s okay,” you reassured him, rubbing your thumbs against his cheekbones. his ears still flickered, but his eyes were zeroed in on you. suddenly, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you in tight against his body as his leathery wings engulfed you. you buried your face in his chest as the rise and fall of his chest slowly evened out, you could feel his snout bury itself into your hair.
after you don’t know how long, the fur you laid your head against transformer back into a suit and you were left with victor’s arms still wrapped around you. you timidly lifted your head and studied his face, swallowing down the dry rock of anxiety that settled in your chest.
“you scared the shit out of me dumbass,” you scolded, weakly pushing at his shoulder. he chuckled and smoothed out the hair on the top of your head.
“hey, you know us harvard graduates are hard to kill,” he teased.
you groaned and rolled your eyes, about to take a step back to give him space but his arms stayed firmly around your waist.
“victor?”
he took a deep breath and looked down into your eyes, “listen, i know we joke around and all, but goddamn it r/n i cant stop thinking about you and i want to be with you.” he paused. “please?”
you let out a small laugh at his small formality, but you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face.
“well, since you asked so nicely.”
victor picked you up by your waist and spun you around, barely setting you back down on the ground before he pressed his lips against yours. you melted in his embrace, your arms wrapped around his neck and your hands desperately grasping at his fur to bring him impossibly closer to you.
of course the moment was interrupted by the loving z team.
“alright everyone pay up!” malevola shouted victoriously as the rest of the team grumbled, still looking a little worse for wear after the battle, but threw bills her way.
the two of you looked at the team in surprise before looking back at each other with a smile.
“mal you’re sharing that with us right?” victor said half jokingly, a grin tugging at his lips.
a/b: finished this in an airplane bathroom sorry for the grammar mistakes
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sonar / victor [dispatch] proposing to gn ! reader ...
he... struggles to figure out what he wants to do. he didn't even think he would want to get married. it's a scam. it's government surveillance. it means nothing. and he knows you wouldn't mind if he didn't propose but....
he kind of wants to see you in wedding regalia. he wants to present you with a sick fucking ring that will impress you. and those tax benefits might be nice every now and then. especially now that he's trying to become more straight-laced as a hero.....
he really goes for something cliche. he doesn't know what else to do. he hires a planner and takes you to a beautiful beach during a paid vacation from SDN. there's biodegradable confetti and little tea lights and then dinner at a steakhouse by the shore.
you kinda end up laughing in disbelief at first, not believing it. but then you realize he's serious. and you pause for a moment, long enough to scare sonar, before erupting into a ' YES! '
