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    Half a decade after Viktor leaves Piltover for good, a fragment of Hexcore permanently adhered to his soul, an old friend comes to him for help. This wouldn't be an issue, if the same old friend hadn't spent the last five years trying to hit him, very hard, with a really big hammer.

     

    “You’re not real,” Viktor repeated, closing his eyes. Even with the knowledge that this was a dream, the gentle touch unraveled him. There was an impact crater where his heart should be.
    The calloused pad of Jayce's thumb found the corner of Viktor’s mouth. “All right. I’ll bite – what’s your evidence for this hypothesis?”
    Viktor smiled into the touch, felt it tug against Jayce's thumbprint. “Isn’t it obvious? You haven’t tried to kill me yet.”

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    "They were an unorthodox group, Shadowheart had to admit; people from very different backgrounds and lifestyles, all forced together due to the mutual desire for survival. Trust was spread thin between them, but the awareness that they needed each other was very much present. The parasite infection that they all shared bound them together, if nothing else, though whether anything else would come of their shared time was still yet to be seen."

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    The slow bonding and eventual shenanigans that take place in and out of camp among Team Tadpole. (There is no Tav in this fic, just the origin gang)

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    screaming crying dies brought back to life. my tadfools all my tadfools I love my tadfools

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    The chest was a little smaller than Wyll remembered. Big enough to fit Astarions lithe form quite easily, just so long as he tucked his legs in a little. They had to knock his head again to daze him enough that he would stop fighting their grip.

    “Oh Gods, sorry buddy.” Karlach sniffed, seeing the blood streaming down his nose and matting the back of his head. He looked like a wild thing lying there, drool dripping down his chin, eyes frenzied. He wasn’t blinking, and only seemed to breathe in order to snarl at them. 

    In which Astarion gets enthralled, then put in a box. yikes!

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    “Did you sleep at all, Bobby?” asked John, unable to stop himself. Bob nodded and shook John off. “For how long?”

    “I don’t know,” Bob answered, and maybe it was just because his gaze wouldn’t settle in one place, but it sounded like a lie. “An hour, maybe. I’m not tired.”

    “What are you feeling?”

    “My head hurts.” He set his left fingertips on his temple, finally focusing on how he felt, what his body needed. “It feels like it’s on fire.”

    Every morning, John wakes up before the rest of the team and spends a few hours alone. Enter: Bob, who can't sleep at all.

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