Hot Fuzz recs
The Policeman Officer's Seduction by kyuuketsukirui
Nicholas/Danny, PG-13, 800 words, first time, humour. Summary: You ask someone back to yours after a night at the pub, that's pretty cliched, isn't it? And what could be more romantic than Point Break? But Nicholas just doesn't seem to get it.
If it had just been the once, Danny would have put it down to him just not giving enough hints, but it's been months now and it's got to be such a regular thing the Andys are calling it their date night and putting more innuendo than ever into every 'Nicholarse' and 'Fanny Butterman'. And surely Nicholas has noticed the cranberry juice in the fridge - it's all that's in there besides beer and takeaway that should have been binned weeks ago. Would cranberry juice be in Danny's fridge without an ulterior motive? It would not.
Settled In by sarren
Nicholas/Danny, G, 1800 words, first time. Summary: One Year Later.
'We hang out together all the time. You stay over my place.'
'I sleep on the couch.'
'So did I, last night. You had your head in my lap. It was nice.'
It had been nice. Nicholas couldn't remember ever feeling that comfortable with another person.
Nicholas thought about their excursion to see Die Hard 4. That had been Danny taking him out on a date, he realised.
'I didn't know,' he said blankly.
Danny shrugged philosophically. 'It doesn't matter. We have a good time, don't we?'
Faithful Departed by annlarimer
Nicholas/Danny, PG-13, 986 words, established relationship. Summary: A holiday story. But not one of the nice ones. "Drive safe!"
"You're telling me that no woman has ever attempted this?"
"No, I'm saying they...they're not like us."
Nicholas raised an eyebrow. "In what way, exactly?"
"Very small hands. Stops them putting their eyes out. Okay. You got your ketchup?"
"Er...no, actually."
Danny gave him a disappointed look, then reached into a pocket and produced two sachets. Nicholas wondered how much ketchup Danny actually kept on his person at any given moment. "I'm gonna give you one from my stash. But be prepared next time."
Direct Evidence by fivil
Gen, Nicholas, Danny, PG-13, 1800 words, humour. Summary: Legal hijinks, media frenzy, life-threatening situations (only not really) and oh, what was that about Sundays?
"It's not a quiz, everybody," Nicholas said, looking around the room. "We'll just report the facts as they happened. Everybody did what was necessary in capturing the criminals."
"Then Sergeant Nicholas Angel told me how he kicked an old lady in the face," Danny read out loud as he wrote.
"Suspect," Nicholas corrected him, feeling his face warm up as he recalled the event. "Write down 'suspect'."
"Kicked an old suspect in the face," Danny said out loud, and began rewriting.
"You don't really need to write that," Nicholas suggested, slightly awkwardly.
"I have no doubt this will fare well amongst the superiors," Sergeant Fisher said in a pleased manner.
Side With the Seeds ( part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7) by pepperlandgirl4
Nicholas/Danny, R, 19600 words, first time, angst, hurt/comfort. Summary: Set about a month or two after the NWA's reign of terror, Nicholas Angel plants bodies and buries seeds.
It felt good to be working in the dirt. It felt good to be doing something, anything, that might be useful. It felt good to worry about weeds, and proper pH balances, and bugs. Somebody had hung up wind chimes on a nearby grave, and the softest sound of bells drifted through the cemetery. He’d been listening to the chimes for nearly a month now, and he kept meaning to investigate, find out where they were, who they belonged to. Maybe buy his own chimes, but he never got around to it.
Tending the plants took most of his free time. There and in his own garden. Not that he had a great deal of free time. Two or three hours a week were really all he could spare. He had so much to do. So much to oversee.
The alarm on his watch sounded, warning him that he only had twenty minutes to finish what he was doing, clean up, change his shirt, and get to the church. The normal Sunday services had been temporarily suspended to make room for the much more pressing matter of funerals and wakes and memorial services.
Another Saturday Night and sequel Got No Deeds to Do by ldhenson
Nicholas/Danny, PG, 633+260 words, pre-slash. Summary: It's hard on a fella, when he don't know his way around.
'Do you want a HobNob?' is the first thing he hears. 'I left you some for when you woke up.'
'No, thank you,' he manages, and tries to remember how he got here.
It has to do, he recalls, with boxes. Ah yes, he's quite clear on that.
He's less clear about how he wound up half-curled on his side on Danny's sofa, sound asleep for the first time in weeks, his head pillowed on Danny's lap. The collection of empty beer cans and biscuits on the coffee table, however, flickering in the low light of the television, appears to be the likely culprit.
Missing Out by joandarck
Nicholas/Danny, PG, 5000 words, first time.
Flared nostrils, a small twitch in his jaw, throbbing music... Keanu Reeves - an objectively beautiful man, although not a terribly convincing FBI agent - locked eyes with Patrick Swayze in what Nicholas identified without difficulty from his dramatic studies as the secondary emotional peak before the A-plot climax. During his first viewing he had been too stunned by the giant rubber masks and procedural misrepresentations to take much in. That, and slightly confused by the presence of Danny, large and warm and smelling cheerfully of beer, wanting to share it all with him.
On this, their third time through it, Danny had forgotten to watch for his reactions, and was leaning forward, mouth open, completely absorbed in the scene. His face contorted slightly and he bit his lip in anticipation of the conflict to come. He was a good man, if a little simple and unguarded. Awkwardly, Nicholas reached over to pat his arm.
"I always think they're going to kiss," Danny said, eyes fixed on the screen.
Nicholas' hand froze just above Danny's sleeve. "What was that again?"
Five Other Uses Danny Butterman Found For His Notebook by ldhenson
Nicholas/Danny, PG, 1282 words, first time (?).
There's a swan on his desk.
It's a small one, to be sure, but he's fairly certain it wasn't there when he stepped out of his office for a hurried confrontation with the building contractors twenty minutes ago.
'What's this?' he asks Danny's grin.
'It's a swan.'
'Yes.'
'It's folded out of oregano.'
'Origami?'
Danny nods. 'It's folded out of origami.'
'No, I meant - Never mind.'
Tacked to the Fridge by annlarimer
Nicholas/Danny, G, 100 words, humour, established relationship.
Euphemisms for Sex that Danny Butterman is Never, Ever Allowed to Use Again:
Cuddling the monkey
Going on the bouncy castle
