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Starsky needs to find the perfect Valentine’s present for Hutch. Author’s Note: for the Starsky Hutch bRomance challenge: Cupid’s arrow. Starsky stared at the form in his typewriter, fingers paused over the keys. Across their desks, Hutch diligently tapped away, totally focused on his report. The little calendar on his desk reminded Starsky that Valentine’s Day was only five… -
Home improvement doesn’t always go as planned. At least for Starsky and Hutch it doesn’t. Published in the 2025 SHarecon Countdown Calendar. Based on a true story. Hutch pressed his hands to his lower back and took a few steps back, surveying the newly painted window frames. “Looks pretty good. Guess we aren’t such bad fixer-uppers,” Starsky said as… -
FictionSlash ChallengeSlash Episode-RelatedSlash FicSlash SHbromanceAfter she is shot, Vanessa remembers what she had, and what she’s lost. Title is from the Jason Robert Brown song, Stars and the Moon For the bRomance twenty minute fic challenge using the words Star and Moon. I’m dead. I stare down at my body. Or what used to be my body. Strange how I never thought about…
I’ll Never Have the Moon
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Starsky-alone in the Italian restaurant. Author Notes: Answer to a 20 minute fic challenge to use the words: Watch, Space Starsky holds the pocket watch in his hand, still warm with the heat of Hutch’s skin. He watches the second hand tick,tick,tick, and he imagines it is his partner’s heartbeat. He has one job—one small job in this clusterfuck… -
FictionGen ChallengeGen Episode-RelatedGen FicGen FicletGen Hurt/ComfortHutch sits by Starsky’s bed—a missing scene from Sweet Revenge. For Gen Prompt Bingo Round 27. Prompt—Apocalypse All he sees is red—behind closed eyelids, staining his hands pressed tight together as if in prayer. All he smells and tastes is metal—tang of copper on his tongue and scent of death in his nose. All he hears is chaos—sound of…
The Stars Go Out
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FictionSlash FicSlash Hurt/ComfortSlash Post-SeriesSometimes re-discovering yourself is the hardest part of coming out from undercover. He stinks—the odors of cigarette smoke, spilled beers, and the sweat of too many bodies permeate not only the air and his clothes, but his pores as well. “Henderson.” Hutch turns to face his comrade in crime. “Walters. What you want?” He takes a drag on his cigarette…
Lay Your Burdens Soft Upon My Breast
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