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Tell You What (you're gonna do) by Giddygeek (Adult)
Fandom: HAWAII FIVE-0 (new)
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Length: ~ 5800 words
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giddygeek
Author Website: Fic Tag on LJ; Works on AO3 not currently up-to-date
Why this must be read: I've been less happy with this season of H50 than I was with the first season, and I think that's made me nostalgic. Everything seems simpler in that first flush of a new series - less troublesome back story to deal with, fewer inconsistencies of character, lines of dialogue fandom can pounce on and spin into epic tales. For example, in S1 episode 1 when Danny proclaims, "I swim for survival, not for fun" ... I'm sure the producers had no idea what they were starting.
This was one of the early fics that riffed off that line. Danny and Steve under fire, standing on the edge of a cliff and their only way out is down. Into the ocean. Can Danny really swim?
What I love about this fic (and all of Giddy's) works is that though it starts there--with the seed of an idea from the show--it quickly moves somewhere else, and in this case, it kicks everything up a notch (or ten) and moves them to the bedroom in a post-adrenaline high that just makes everything hotter.
And like all things Giddy, it's got great banter and humor even in the midst of getting down and dirty with one another. If you missed this one, make sure you check it out. It's still one of my favourites.
"Life or death, Danno," Steve says. He's panting, he's bleeding, he's not wearing a shirt, and he's grinning; must be Tuesday, Danny thinks wildly. This crazy shit always happens on Tuesdays. "You think you can do it?"
"Listen, okay," Danny jabs a finger at Steve, "I have told you I can do this, haven't I told you I can do this? Like, haven't I told you fifty times that I can do this?"
A bullet whistles past him, too close, and he flinches. Flinching pushes him right up against Steve. Pushing right up against Steve is like pushing right up against a wall, except for how usually a wall doesn't smell like blood and salt water, and how usually a wall doesn't put a hand on a guy's back and sort of swivel them around like it's gonna take a bullet for him.
"Oh no you don't," Danny shouts, because that is the thing, that is just the thing that makes him go fucking insane, "You do not get to do that, you don't get to be that guy! Who made you that guy!" and he takes a step back, another one, pulling Steve with him while more bullets whiz around them, so close, too close.
"I'm not that guy," Steve protests, and the stupid-ass motherfucker is still grinning like this is fun, a game, a lark, Tuesday. He takes another step forward, moving Danny with him. He spins Danny around and squeezes his shoulders, leans down. Danny can feel Steve's breath on his neck, lips brush his ear; Steve is still grinning when he says, "I'm a SEAL," and pushes them both off the cliff.
On LJ: Tell You What (you're gonna do)
It doesn't matter how old or new or how popular a story is, authors love feedback!
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Length: ~ 5800 words
Author on LJ:
giddygeek Author Website: Fic Tag on LJ; Works on AO3 not currently up-to-date
Why this must be read: I've been less happy with this season of H50 than I was with the first season, and I think that's made me nostalgic. Everything seems simpler in that first flush of a new series - less troublesome back story to deal with, fewer inconsistencies of character, lines of dialogue fandom can pounce on and spin into epic tales. For example, in S1 episode 1 when Danny proclaims, "I swim for survival, not for fun" ... I'm sure the producers had no idea what they were starting.
This was one of the early fics that riffed off that line. Danny and Steve under fire, standing on the edge of a cliff and their only way out is down. Into the ocean. Can Danny really swim?
What I love about this fic (and all of Giddy's) works is that though it starts there--with the seed of an idea from the show--it quickly moves somewhere else, and in this case, it kicks everything up a notch (or ten) and moves them to the bedroom in a post-adrenaline high that just makes everything hotter.
And like all things Giddy, it's got great banter and humor even in the midst of getting down and dirty with one another. If you missed this one, make sure you check it out. It's still one of my favourites.
"Life or death, Danno," Steve says. He's panting, he's bleeding, he's not wearing a shirt, and he's grinning; must be Tuesday, Danny thinks wildly. This crazy shit always happens on Tuesdays. "You think you can do it?"
"Listen, okay," Danny jabs a finger at Steve, "I have told you I can do this, haven't I told you I can do this? Like, haven't I told you fifty times that I can do this?"
A bullet whistles past him, too close, and he flinches. Flinching pushes him right up against Steve. Pushing right up against Steve is like pushing right up against a wall, except for how usually a wall doesn't smell like blood and salt water, and how usually a wall doesn't put a hand on a guy's back and sort of swivel them around like it's gonna take a bullet for him.
"Oh no you don't," Danny shouts, because that is the thing, that is just the thing that makes him go fucking insane, "You do not get to do that, you don't get to be that guy! Who made you that guy!" and he takes a step back, another one, pulling Steve with him while more bullets whiz around them, so close, too close.
"I'm not that guy," Steve protests, and the stupid-ass motherfucker is still grinning like this is fun, a game, a lark, Tuesday. He takes another step forward, moving Danny with him. He spins Danny around and squeezes his shoulders, leans down. Danny can feel Steve's breath on his neck, lips brush his ear; Steve is still grinning when he says, "I'm a SEAL," and pushes them both off the cliff.
On LJ: Tell You What (you're gonna do)
It doesn't matter how old or new or how popular a story is, authors love feedback!