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Thirty-Nine by Paula Wilshe (PG)
Fandom: STARSKY & HUTCH
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch (slash)
Length: 25K
Author on LJ: DNA
Author Website: http://meandthee.shahrazad.net/ (I believe her stories are all archived here.)
Why this must be read:
Paula is someone who had a tremendous impact on Starsky & Hutch fandom before she passed away far too young. The Paula Wilshe Award for New Writers is awarded annually in her memory.
I came to the community too late to know her. But I've enjoyed her stories immensely. She wrote both gen and slash. Her fic is characterized by a warmth both between S&H and for them as characters. You can tell Paula just adored this universe and the men at its center. Her love and enthusiasm for the Bay City boys come through in every line of dialogue, every glance, every action. Her work is such a pleasure.
This is one of those stories I haven't heard talked about much, so I thought I would highlight it. It's set post-SR. The guys have been together romantically for three years at this point, and are celebrating Hutch's 39th birthday at a cabin in the woods. If you know anything at all about this fandom, you know trouble can only be lurking in the wings.
Hutch rises early and decides to take advantage of their setting by heading outside to enjoy the beautiful morning. Mistake. Bad mistake.
If you like hurt/comfort (check), sweetness between S&H (check), a pinch of humor (check) balanced by a pinch of angst (check), this story is a treat.
Thirty-Nine
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch (slash)
Length: 25K
Author on LJ: DNA
Author Website: http://meandthee.shahrazad.net/ (I believe her stories are all archived here.)
Why this must be read:
Paula is someone who had a tremendous impact on Starsky & Hutch fandom before she passed away far too young. The Paula Wilshe Award for New Writers is awarded annually in her memory.
I came to the community too late to know her. But I've enjoyed her stories immensely. She wrote both gen and slash. Her fic is characterized by a warmth both between S&H and for them as characters. You can tell Paula just adored this universe and the men at its center. Her love and enthusiasm for the Bay City boys come through in every line of dialogue, every glance, every action. Her work is such a pleasure.
This is one of those stories I haven't heard talked about much, so I thought I would highlight it. It's set post-SR. The guys have been together romantically for three years at this point, and are celebrating Hutch's 39th birthday at a cabin in the woods. If you know anything at all about this fandom, you know trouble can only be lurking in the wings.
Hutch rises early and decides to take advantage of their setting by heading outside to enjoy the beautiful morning. Mistake. Bad mistake.
If you like hurt/comfort (check), sweetness between S&H (check), a pinch of humor (check) balanced by a pinch of angst (check), this story is a treat.
From Thirty-Nine...
Starsky rolled over languidly, his body thrumming with sleep, and he knew without opening his eyes that Hutch was no longer on his side of the bed. Liquid golden sunlight poured through the window, and even through eyelids that he tried to squeeze shut, it was loud enough to let him know that he wouldn't be falling back to sleep. He hung a wrist in front of his face, and squinted balefully at his watch. Seven a.m. Ridiculous.
On the other hand, he realized, as he slowly came to wakefulness, it was Hutch's birthday. Smiling at the sunlight, which had seemed intrusive only a moment before, he was glad that Hutch's day was going to be so beautiful. He shrugged his way out of the covers and stretched, pulling on the pair of shorts he had dropped on the floor the evening before.
He was unsurprised to find that Hutch was not in the cabin--indeed he would have been stunned to find his partner inside the darker dwelling on such a bright morning. He heard several cracks and a thud and a splash from outside and smiled, knowing that Hutch was probably splitting logs for the fireplace and had lost another one to Pine Lake.
But then he heard something. A faint--was it a call? A bird? An animal? Hutch?
Starsky rolled over languidly, his body thrumming with sleep, and he knew without opening his eyes that Hutch was no longer on his side of the bed. Liquid golden sunlight poured through the window, and even through eyelids that he tried to squeeze shut, it was loud enough to let him know that he wouldn't be falling back to sleep. He hung a wrist in front of his face, and squinted balefully at his watch. Seven a.m. Ridiculous.
On the other hand, he realized, as he slowly came to wakefulness, it was Hutch's birthday. Smiling at the sunlight, which had seemed intrusive only a moment before, he was glad that Hutch's day was going to be so beautiful. He shrugged his way out of the covers and stretched, pulling on the pair of shorts he had dropped on the floor the evening before.
He was unsurprised to find that Hutch was not in the cabin--indeed he would have been stunned to find his partner inside the darker dwelling on such a bright morning. He heard several cracks and a thud and a splash from outside and smiled, knowing that Hutch was probably splitting logs for the fireplace and had lost another one to Pine Lake.
But then he heard something. A faint--was it a call? A bird? An animal? Hutch?
Thirty-Nine