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    It’s only when the Fire Sages are completely out of sight, Azula in tow, that Zuko exhales. He slumps involuntarily into Katara and of course she’s ready to catch him, as if she’s been expecting this all along.

    “I’m fine,” Zuko pants, even though his legs aren’t quite cooperating. “Sorry. Just dizzy. That’s all.”

    Katara’s not buying it. “You really need to lie down.”

    “Just—just for a few minutes,” he concedes, and maybe he should’ve put up more of a fight, because judging by Katara’s face, actually agreeing to rest might be the most worrying sign he could’ve given her.

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    (“You’re not sleeping,” Mai says softly.
    “How’d you know?” Zuko asks.

    To be honest, he’s kind of gotten to the point where he’s surprised that anyone can perceive him outside of his necessary functions- he exists solely to sit in council meetings and shoulder the blame for genocides and famines and the suffering of one-hundred years. Doesn’t he?)

    The war is over, but the fallout is just beginning. And where lightning strikes, thunder is bound to follow.

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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