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fresh_brainssFandom: True Detective
Characters/Pairings: Martin "Marty" Hart/Rustin "Rust" Cohle
Rating: E/NC-17
Length: 303, 078 words
Creator Links: blackeyedblonde on AO3
Theme: Fandom Classics
Summary: The first night Marty gets Rust home and put to bed he whimpers like an old hound dog in his sleep, making these ripped-raw noises that well and gurgle up past his lips like fresh blood from the hole in his gut all over again. Doesn’t know he’s doing it, course not, but Marty lays there next to him in the dark—the man’s only got one bed, ain’t no shame in that—and has to wonder about the Vietnam-grade shit Rust’s got playing in living technicolor in his head.
Reccer's Notes: If you're in this relatively small fandom, you've read this amazing fic. It's long, well-written, smart, painful, achingly romantic, and superbly sensual. Much of this fic has set the pace for fandom headcanons (calico cats, sunflowers, Audrey's daughter, the wedding rings, Rust taking Marty to Alaska, salted caramel cake), and if you write for the True Detective fandom, there's a good chance you'll be influenced by this fic. It's a master class of taking canon and making something new, exciting, and wonderful out of it.
Fanwork Links: What We've Got on AO3
Characters/Pairings: Martin "Marty" Hart/Rustin "Rust" Cohle
Rating: E/NC-17
Length: 303, 078 words
Creator Links: blackeyedblonde on AO3
Theme: Fandom Classics
Summary: The first night Marty gets Rust home and put to bed he whimpers like an old hound dog in his sleep, making these ripped-raw noises that well and gurgle up past his lips like fresh blood from the hole in his gut all over again. Doesn’t know he’s doing it, course not, but Marty lays there next to him in the dark—the man’s only got one bed, ain’t no shame in that—and has to wonder about the Vietnam-grade shit Rust’s got playing in living technicolor in his head.
Reccer's Notes: If you're in this relatively small fandom, you've read this amazing fic. It's long, well-written, smart, painful, achingly romantic, and superbly sensual. Much of this fic has set the pace for fandom headcanons (calico cats, sunflowers, Audrey's daughter, the wedding rings, Rust taking Marty to Alaska, salted caramel cake), and if you write for the True Detective fandom, there's a good chance you'll be influenced by this fic. It's a master class of taking canon and making something new, exciting, and wonderful out of it.
Fanwork Links: What We've Got on AO3
