hsavinien

Title: Marks
Author: H. Savinien
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Hot Fuzz belongs to Edgar Wright, Simon Pegg, and Nick Frost. This fanwork is created solely for my entertainment.
Wordcount: 275
Author's Note: Mildly slashy (though no more so than the canon) post-movie vignette.

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Nicholas was sagging on Danny's shoulder, which meant he was either completely knackered or more drunk than three pints down the pub warranted. Or both. Danny sighed comfortably and scootched down into the cushions a bit more so as not to elbow him in the ribs.

“Danny?”

“Hmn?”

“I was wondering.” Nicholas's head tipped towards him. “About your tattoo. I'm surprised your dad let you.”

“Oh, yeah.” Danny squirmed. “Well, he din't know 'til after I got it, did he? I went to Buford Abbey; there's a proper tattoo shop there with a licence and all. The sun weren't something stupid like a skull and my shirts always covered it over, so he just grumbled and told me I looked like I hoodlum. It was right after my Mum died. I thought it would be a good reminder. She was...” Danny shrugged and stared at the silent tv. “She was our light, you know?” He felt Nicholas's nod against his shoulder.

“That's as good a reason as any.”

“You ever think about getting one?”

“Not since training.”

“So you have thought about it! What was it going to be?” Danny grinned. “That Janine's name? One of those Celtic knots everyone gets? 'Serves you right, Uncle Derek'?”

Nicholas breathed out a laugh. “Not quite. I thought about getting my badge number here.” Danny squinted down at him to see Nicholas's fingers tapping the left side of his chest.

Danny grinned. “I don't think you ever needed it in actual ink, Nick. You already got it there in spirit.”

“Suppose I do.”