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Throw Away the Flowers by audrarose (Mature)
Fandom: HAWAII FIVE-0 (new)
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Length: ~ 3300 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
audrarose; blood_roses (fic journal)
Author Website: Master List of Fiction; Fic on AO3
Why this must be read: Lots of us write from prompts, but it takes a special kind of writer to take "cloud watching" and turn it into a fantastic hurt/comfort piece. Danny's got Steve, but they're running from the bad guys, they're waiting for an extraction team, and, oh yeah, Steve's been shot up with something that's already killed three people. And that's just the beginning!
This is the Danny I love best. He's fierce and loyal and worried as hell, and he'll do whatever he has to do to keep Steve conscious. He talks--because it's what he's best at--and the steady stream of jibes and insults is so in character you can feel Danny's desperation.
What I like about this story is that it's what I imagine the show could be at its very best (with a smidge of porn!) Danny feels everything intensely; Steve tries to brush off danger--but when it matters, they find a way to meet in the middle. Or perhaps on the hood of the Camaro (and if there's anyone out there who doesn't find that hot, I can't help you.)
“Sorry about this, partner,” [Danny] says, right before the wave hits, breaking cold and shocking right over Steve’s chest and splashing up into their faces, so Danny’s sputtering, too. “Have some hypothermia.”
Steve turns his head toward Danny, t-shirt molded to his body, eyelashes wet and clumped together, starred out the way Gracie draws the rays of the sun. “Motherfucker...” he chokes out before he shivers, soul deep.
Danny wraps his arms around Steve’s chest and manages to drag him to one of the jagged, black boulders littering the beach. Pathetic shelter if anyone were really coming at them, but Danny falls against it anyway and the pitted surface scrapes the hell out of his back. Somehow he keeps Steve in front of him and they end up half-sitting against the rock with Steve sprawled out over Danny, damp head resting in the hollow of Danny’s shoulder.
“Gotta give your body something to do other than shut down,” Danny tells him. “So go on. Shiver.”
Steve shudders, hard. “Hate you.”
“Ditto. Tell me a story.”
“What?”
“A story. Make something up. Sing me a song. I don’t care, just talk.”
“Danno...” Still so weak, still leaving him and fuck, fuck, that’s not happening, not in any world Danny would consider living in. He looks up, stares at a zillion stars and dark, scudding wisps of cloud. Nothing should be beautiful like that, not when Danny wants to scream at the sky.
“The clouds,” he says, a little desperate. “Tell me what the clouds look like. Come on, it’s a game.”
On LJ: Throw Away the Flowers
On AO3: Throw Away the Flowers
It doesn't matter how old or new or how popular a story is, authors love feedback!
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Length: ~ 3300 words
Author on LJ:
audrarose; blood_roses (fic journal)Author Website: Master List of Fiction; Fic on AO3
Why this must be read: Lots of us write from prompts, but it takes a special kind of writer to take "cloud watching" and turn it into a fantastic hurt/comfort piece. Danny's got Steve, but they're running from the bad guys, they're waiting for an extraction team, and, oh yeah, Steve's been shot up with something that's already killed three people. And that's just the beginning!
This is the Danny I love best. He's fierce and loyal and worried as hell, and he'll do whatever he has to do to keep Steve conscious. He talks--because it's what he's best at--and the steady stream of jibes and insults is so in character you can feel Danny's desperation.
What I like about this story is that it's what I imagine the show could be at its very best (with a smidge of porn!) Danny feels everything intensely; Steve tries to brush off danger--but when it matters, they find a way to meet in the middle. Or perhaps on the hood of the Camaro (and if there's anyone out there who doesn't find that hot, I can't help you.)
“Sorry about this, partner,” [Danny] says, right before the wave hits, breaking cold and shocking right over Steve’s chest and splashing up into their faces, so Danny’s sputtering, too. “Have some hypothermia.”
Steve turns his head toward Danny, t-shirt molded to his body, eyelashes wet and clumped together, starred out the way Gracie draws the rays of the sun. “Motherfucker...” he chokes out before he shivers, soul deep.
Danny wraps his arms around Steve’s chest and manages to drag him to one of the jagged, black boulders littering the beach. Pathetic shelter if anyone were really coming at them, but Danny falls against it anyway and the pitted surface scrapes the hell out of his back. Somehow he keeps Steve in front of him and they end up half-sitting against the rock with Steve sprawled out over Danny, damp head resting in the hollow of Danny’s shoulder.
“Gotta give your body something to do other than shut down,” Danny tells him. “So go on. Shiver.”
Steve shudders, hard. “Hate you.”
“Ditto. Tell me a story.”
“What?”
“A story. Make something up. Sing me a song. I don’t care, just talk.”
“Danno...” Still so weak, still leaving him and fuck, fuck, that’s not happening, not in any world Danny would consider living in. He looks up, stares at a zillion stars and dark, scudding wisps of cloud. Nothing should be beautiful like that, not when Danny wants to scream at the sky.
“The clouds,” he says, a little desperate. “Tell me what the clouds look like. Come on, it’s a game.”
On LJ: Throw Away the Flowers
On AO3: Throw Away the Flowers
It doesn't matter how old or new or how popular a story is, authors love feedback!