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you're in ruins (norman takamori ptsd fic, 50,665 words, 8 chapters, complete)

The guy on the bed has pink hair, and he isn’t trying to get up. He’s just watching Norman with concerned eyes, and he pulls his friend back onto the bed with him. His eyes never leave Norman’s— Hands. There is a hand on his shoulder, and Norman thinks he’s going to die, and if he’s going to die, he might as well make it on his own damn terms. - or: Norman Takamori, the Amercadian Dream, and the parts of him that broke because of it.

paint me in trust (i'll be your best friend) (23,654 words, 10 chapters, complete)

The girl drinks the bottle, then stares up at the guy. “My head…my head hurts.” “Oh, Adaine,” the guy says, waving his hand flippantly. “You cast a lot of magic. I’m sure you just need a minute to recover. The healing potion is a good call, Gorgug.” The guy points at him, and— He didn’t quite remember his name, but Gorgug sounds like a good one, so he nods slowly in surprise. - or: The Bad Kids are going to find K2, and it might be the last thing they ever do together. Perhaps someone should have warned them about the consequences of skipping universes.

i didn't plan it (but it's finally something to feel) (skip and norman miscommunication, 51,314 words, complete)

“You looking for me?” Skip asks, blinking one eye at a time. Norman’s lip curls a bit. “Heard you wanted advice,” Norman says stiffly. “Some mission something. New host or whatever.” “I do,” Skip says. He leans, a little unsteady on the feet of this guy, and throws their arms around Norman pointedly to guide him to the escape pod that’s supposedly serving as his room. “Man, am I glad you’re here.” He’s taller than Norman. That’s another thing he decides to focus on, instead of the cologne that he’s been missing for a few weeks drifting over his face. - or: Skip and Norman are the worst, and I mean the WORST, communicators in the galaxy. Also, slug sex is absolutely a loose tooth, and it just might fix everything. It...might just take a while for the fixes to happen.

good gods, good grief, good mourning (8,555 words, 2 chapters, complete)

Wilma Thistlespring is not immortal. Gorgug forgets this, sometimes. Digby Thistlespring isn't immortal either. Funny, that.

they’re best friends, your honor (13,577 words, 5 fics, incomplete)

kristen and gorgug fics because they’re the most underrated duo i know

it's not love, it's just the comfort of its name help, i'm still at the restaurant still sitting in a corner i haunt you'll always be a flower on my skin till our fingers decompose, keep my hand in yours

now i breathe flames each time i talk verse (52,585 words, 3 fics, incomplete)