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Two Eight Zero by Whumsel (PG - PG13?)
Title: Two Eight Zero
Fandom: Starsky & Hutch
Pairing: None (Gen)
Author on LJ: I don't think so.
Author Website: Whumsel's Fanfic Corner.
Why this must be read:
*sigh* This was one of the first SH fanfics I ever read, and it's so good I didn't even realise it's not slash *grins* It's very dark and rather strange in places (and gets really rather twisted), but Whumsel has a terrific writing style and I think she captures the characters well enough for it to work. Plus, it's just downright beautifully written (the extract below is an example of this).
Two Eight Zero
The rain was thin today. Long, slender threads, that melted softly in one another, covering the world with a fine blanket of wetness.
He was disappointed. You didn’t even get wet standing outside. Only uncomfortably damp with your hair not plastered to your head, but only limply hanging in your eyes.
You didn’t get cold, no shivering, nothing. A mild breeze slightly moved the rain threads like a cloth. A very brief tremor would run through you every now and then, but it was nothing compared to the bone-chilling, teeth-clattering cold real rain would leave.
He raised his head and squinted his eyes a little against the tiny drops. He missed the violent, hard drops they’d had a few days ago. He missed the sensation of their splashes on his skin. If you’d look up at a rain like that, it'd be like thousands of little fists slapped your face.
A sudden thought occurred to him, and he glanced at the entry of his building with a frown. Was this his punishment for today?
Fandom: Starsky & Hutch
Pairing: None (Gen)
Author on LJ: I don't think so.
Author Website: Whumsel's Fanfic Corner.
Why this must be read:
*sigh* This was one of the first SH fanfics I ever read, and it's so good I didn't even realise it's not slash *grins* It's very dark and rather strange in places (and gets really rather twisted), but Whumsel has a terrific writing style and I think she captures the characters well enough for it to work. Plus, it's just downright beautifully written (the extract below is an example of this).
Two Eight Zero
The rain was thin today. Long, slender threads, that melted softly in one another, covering the world with a fine blanket of wetness.
He was disappointed. You didn’t even get wet standing outside. Only uncomfortably damp with your hair not plastered to your head, but only limply hanging in your eyes.
You didn’t get cold, no shivering, nothing. A mild breeze slightly moved the rain threads like a cloth. A very brief tremor would run through you every now and then, but it was nothing compared to the bone-chilling, teeth-clattering cold real rain would leave.
He raised his head and squinted his eyes a little against the tiny drops. He missed the violent, hard drops they’d had a few days ago. He missed the sensation of their splashes on his skin. If you’d look up at a rain like that, it'd be like thousands of little fists slapped your face.
A sudden thought occurred to him, and he glanced at the entry of his building with a frown. Was this his punishment for today?