#platonic!

MK and Wukong!

The base I used!

It all started when your mum decided to come to your work, the military base only for your mother to beg you to come back.

"Name, someone is here to see you" Your captain called out to you while you were doing paperwork.

You were confused, "Who?" You asked but Captain just nodded you over.

You placed everything down and decided to walk over to where you spotted your team trying to calm down the situation and that's when you saw her.

Thats when your expression faded instantly, the same mother who kicked out and called you names that will forever sink into your mind.

Then you turned around to walk away until she called out, the name you once swore to her to never call you that again. "Angel! There you are, oh how I missed you"

Everyone turned their gaze at you. Gaz, Soap and Ghost all stood there while Captain was standing beside you, taking a single glance over to you to see your expression.

You had a frown plastered on your face once you heard her. But you didn't say anything.

"Oh my baby, Please.. look at me" You mother begged "I need to see your face after all these years".

"Or what" You hissed, then you turned around to reveal your red and teary face. "That you'll call a mistake again?.. an embarrassment? Kicking me out for being.. Oh I don't know" You gritted your teeth "Useless!" You hissed at her.

"That's enough sergeant" John commanded, a hand squeezing on your shoulder to calm you down.

But your mother made it worse "That doesn't matter anymore, you were young. You didn't know how terrible you were at things. Please I need you to come back to me"

"And do the horrible things you did to me when I was younger!?" You growled, make your way over to her but was stopped by John grabbing your arms to stop you but let you leash out.

"You are a horrible mother.. You made me think horrible stuff about myself, the words have also been on my mind ever since you kicked me out when I was little, had to fight for myself. And here you are.." You cried.

You shrugged John off, then glared at your mother one last time "I never want to see your face again." You growled, then began to walk away.

"Get her out of here!" You yelled out, hearing your mother shouted out to you, but you blocked her out and walked to your room to crash out.

Now here you were, in a trashed room. Everything placed on the ground as you sat on the floor at the edge of your bed, crying into your hands until a knock was heard at your door.

Wiping away the tears until you spoke "Come in" You voiced cracked, making you feel weak.

"How are you doin' Kid?" John's voice asked. "Never better" You said with sarcasm, brushing hair out of your face.

"The others are wondering if you're okay"

"Do I look okay" You finally turned to him to reveal your red and puffy eyes, your room is a mess too if he could see that already.

"Look.." He stood in your room, then closed your door and made his way to you. "We got her off the base but that was one hell of a show you put on" He chuckles trying to lighten the mood.

You sniffled "Everyone has bad days, bad people in their lives that will come back in your life but.." He then sat down next to you.

"There are people that want you to be okay, wants to help you in any possible way if you let them" He places a reassuring hand on your head making you close your eyes in the process

"And we're all here for you kid"

You rested your head on his shoulder, his arms now slung over your shoulder as you both sat in silence.

"Thanks Captain"

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Sirius: *slips and try to grab James*

James: you hurt me when u slipped

Sirius: Well, you could've caught me romantically!

ᴊᴀʏᴠɪᴋ (ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ) x ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ || ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ || 3093 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ

​ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ/ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴀꜱꜱ ᴀᴛ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏ/ɴ ɪꜱ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴀ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ꜱʜᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟᴀʙ. ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴢᴀᴜɴ, ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ᴘᴏᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀꜱ ɢᴜɪᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ, ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ.

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ

The night was thick with the usual haze of smoke and industry that clung to the air in Zaun. The sound of clanking metal echoed through the alleyways, and the smell of oil and rust was almost comforting — it was the scent of home, a place she had come to know and hate in equal measure.

Y/N had always learned to survive in Zaun, and stealing from the rich folk on the other side of the city was as much a part of life as breathing. So, when she found her way to the door of a mysterious lab, she saw only opportunity. The building, though impressive and intimidating, had something precious locked inside — she could feel it. A good score was always waiting to be found.

Sneaking inside had been easy enough, and she had made her way to the lab’s vault. But luck wasn’t on her side this time. As soon as her hand closed around the glinting coins, a voice echoed from behind her, sharp and commanding.

"You're not as quiet as you think."

Y/N froze, her heart hammering in her chest. Slowly, she turned around, finding herself face-to-face with none other than Viktor — the brilliant scientist who was known for his genius with Hextech, and his cold, calculating demeanor. But standing beside him was Jayce, the charismatic but equally imposing leader of their shared venture.

Y/N quickly backed away, her hand still clutching the small bag of coins. She tried to act calm, trying to maintain some of the bravado she’d learned in her life on the streets. "I-I was just—"

"No need for excuses," Viktor interrupted, his voice steady, but something in his expression softened just slightly. "You don’t belong here."

Jayce stepped forward, crossing his arms and frowning at her. "And what exactly were you planning to do with that? You really think you can just steal from us and get away with it?" His voice was laced with suspicion and frustration, the protective side of him coming through.

Y/N’s heart beat faster, a cold sweat forming on her forehead. She could feel the weight of Jayce’s gaze, sharp and accusatory. It made her nervous, but Viktor’s eyes seemed different — softer, more understanding. "I... I'm sorry," she stammered. "I just needed the money. My... my family’s gone. And Zaun... it doesn’t care."

Viktor looked at her for a long moment, his expression thoughtful. "I understand," he said quietly. "I grew up in Zaun. I know what it’s like to fight for survival, to scrape by. To have nothing." There was a rawness to his words that made her pause, taken aback by his honesty. "But there’s more to life than this," he added softly, his voice carrying a note of hope.

Jayce, on the other hand, looked skeptical, still crossing his arms over his chest. "We don’t have time to baby every thief who comes through here. You’re lucky we’re even considering letting you go," he said, his tone still cold, but with a hint of reluctant concern. "What happens next? You go back to your street life and get caught in some bigger mess?"

Y/N felt her throat tighten. She had never been offered anything like this — real concern. She wasn’t sure if she could trust it. "I... I don’t know," she muttered, voice breaking. "I’ve got nothing. I just thought if I could take something—"

Viktor took a step toward her, his cane clicking and his voice was steady, calm. "I know it’s hard. I’ve been there. I know what it feels like to be ignored, to be nothing. But this doesn’t have to be your life." He extended his hand, almost like a gesture of peace. "Take the money. It’s a chance to start again."

Jayce hesitated, glancing at Viktor, who gave him a subtle but firm nod. There was still a clear wariness in Jayce’s eyes, but after a long pause, he sighed and lowered his arms. "Fine," he muttered. "Take it, but don’t think this means we trust you. You’re not welcome here permanently."

Y/N, feeling a mix of confusion and gratitude, looked down at the coins in her hand. "Why are you doing this?" she asked, her voice small. "I... I don’t understand. Why not turn me in?"

Viktor’s gaze softened even more as he regarded her. "Because we see something in you," he said quietly. "You’re not just another street kid. I’ve seen that spark before. And maybe we can help you find a better way."

Jayce seemed to struggle with his own internal conflict but ultimately remained silent, his gaze heavy with concern.

Days passed after that encounter, and Y/N found herself on the streets again, struggling to survive. Life in Zaun was unforgiving, and no matter how hard she tried to stay out of trouble, it always found her. She’d spent the last few days dodging gang members, trying to avoid the law, and always keeping her head down. But the weight of Viktor’s offer still gnawed at her. The kindness he had shown, the understanding in his voice—it had left an impression on her.

Yet, the harshness of her reality pulled her back to the only life she knew. She tried to make a few coins here and there, but every day felt harder than the last. The constant bruises from fights, the endless nights in dark alleyways—it was taking its toll. Her body ached from the beatings she’d taken, and she found herself cornered one evening after an especially brutal altercation with some thugs who thought they could take what little she had left.

By the time she stumbled back through the streets, her clothes were torn, her face bruised, and her ribs felt as though they might snap with every shallow breath. The promise of safety, of something more, tugged at her. And though she was ashamed, she made her way back to the lab, uncertain of what she was doing but needing a place to catch her breath.

When she knocked, it was Viktor who answered first - she knew as she heard the sound of his cane clicking on the floor as he walked over to the door. His eyes scanned her from head to toe, a flicker of concern passing over his face. Without a word, he stepped aside, allowing her in. She barely had the strength to stand, her legs shaking beneath her.

"You came back," Viktor said quietly, his tone mixed with something between curiosity and understanding.

"I—" Y/N’s voice cracked, and she bit her lip to steady herself. She looked at the floor, unable to meet his gaze. "I didn’t know where else to go."

Jayce appeared behind Viktor, his usual stern expression softening when he saw the state Y/N was in. "What happened?" he asked, his tone no longer accusatory but tinged with concern.

"I... I got into a fight," Y/N admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "I didn’t know how to handle it. They... they beat me down and took what little I had left." She paused, feeling vulnerable for the first time in a long while. "I just... I don’t know what to do anymore."

Viktor didn’t speak immediately. He simply looked at her, his expression contemplative. Then, without hesitation, he stepped closer. "You don’t have to do this alone. You don’t have to keep fighting like this. You’ve shown up here because you want something better, haven’t you?"

Y/N looked up, her vision blurred from the pain and exhaustion, but his words hit her like a punch to the gut. She had never really thought about it that way before, but maybe… maybe she did want more.

"Why do you care?" she asked, her voice cracking. "Why would you help me again? I’m just another street rat."

Viktor's gaze softened as he placed a hand on her shoulder. "Because I've been where you are," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "I’ve been ignored, discarded. I know what it’s like to feel like there’s nothing left. But there is always something more, if you're willing to take it."

Jayce crossed his arms, clearly conflicted but with an edge of understanding in his voice. "You think this is going to be easy? You think we’re just going to let you in like that?"

Y/N’s breath hitched. She wasn’t sure if she could trust them. She had always relied on herself to get by, never expecting anyone to come to her rescue. But Viktor’s words had left an impression. He saw something in her, something beyond the broken girl who had spent her life scraping by.

"I… I don’t know," she said softly. "I don’t know what I’m doing. But I don’t want to keep living like this."

Viktor smiled faintly, a rare warmth in his expression. "Then let us help you. You don’t have to be alone in this."

Y/N stood there, feeling the weight of his offer sink in. She didn’t have to make the decision right away, but for the first time in a long while, she felt a glimmer of hope.

Jayce’s eyes softened as well, his earlier skepticism now tempered with something resembling sympathy. "Just don’t expect us to trust you right away," he warned, his voice still cautious. "You’ll have to prove yourself."

Y/N nodded, wiping the blood from her lip. "I will. I promise."

Viktor stepped forward and gently guided her toward a nearby chair. "Rest for now," he said quietly. "We’ll take care of you. And tomorrow, we’ll figure out what comes next."

As she sat down, feeling the exhaustion from the fight finally overwhelm her, Y/N realized that she had a choice. For the first time, she could see a different path—one where she wasn’t alone, where she wasn’t just another victim of Zaun’s brutal streets.

Maybe Viktor and Jayce weren’t the answer to all her problems, but they were a chance. And Y/N wasn’t going to let that slip away.