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A London Werewolf in Sandford by Dr. Tectonic (R)
Fandom: Hot Fuzz
Pairing: Nicholas/Danny (hints at Andy/Andy)
Length: ~19,000 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dr_tectonic
Author Website: none that I know of
Why this must be read:
While Dr. Tectonic's online presence is sweet and friendly, I have no doubt that he shares his soul with an evil genius madman, because there is no other explanation for something this wickedly brilliant. I'm almost afraid to say too much, for I want this story to hit everyone square in the chest like it did me. As for actual reasons? Here are a few: three little words, random easter-egg references to other stories, Nicholas tweaked on chai, dog collars, Bobby Saxon, spot-on characterization, meticulous attention to detail (that you won't even notice until it's all said and done), and a fantastic send-up to one of the greatest comedy-horror movies of all time.
Really, just read it, you won't be sorry. You may want to spend about fifteen minutes running around your house with manic glee (or maybe that was just me), but you won't be sorry.
Unfortunately, that first night turned out the be the high point of the month. As days passed into weeks, he was troubled by strange dreams in which he was never quite himself. He had vivid nightmares of running naked through the woods, chasing after deer or fleeing from black-cloaked figures. Cornering Skinner in the greenhouse and tearing his throat out. Being nibbled to death by swans.
Lack of sleep made him moody, sometimes mopey, sometimes manic. Worse, he started noticing things. Strange things. He became convinced that the squirrels in the town were watching him, stalking him. He tried to tell himself it was just his imagination, but then he'd see one hopping along a fence, pacing him. If it wasn't the squirrels, it was the pigeons, circling overhead like tiny, fat, bread-eating vultures.
A London Werewolf in Sandford
Pairing: Nicholas/Danny (hints at Andy/Andy)
Length: ~19,000 words
Author on LJ:
dr_tectonic Author Website: none that I know of
Why this must be read:
While Dr. Tectonic's online presence is sweet and friendly, I have no doubt that he shares his soul with an evil genius madman, because there is no other explanation for something this wickedly brilliant. I'm almost afraid to say too much, for I want this story to hit everyone square in the chest like it did me. As for actual reasons? Here are a few: three little words, random easter-egg references to other stories, Nicholas tweaked on chai, dog collars, Bobby Saxon, spot-on characterization, meticulous attention to detail (that you won't even notice until it's all said and done), and a fantastic send-up to one of the greatest comedy-horror movies of all time.
Really, just read it, you won't be sorry. You may want to spend about fifteen minutes running around your house with manic glee (or maybe that was just me), but you won't be sorry.
Unfortunately, that first night turned out the be the high point of the month. As days passed into weeks, he was troubled by strange dreams in which he was never quite himself. He had vivid nightmares of running naked through the woods, chasing after deer or fleeing from black-cloaked figures. Cornering Skinner in the greenhouse and tearing his throat out. Being nibbled to death by swans.
Lack of sleep made him moody, sometimes mopey, sometimes manic. Worse, he started noticing things. Strange things. He became convinced that the squirrels in the town were watching him, stalking him. He tried to tell himself it was just his imagination, but then he'd see one hopping along a fence, pacing him. If it wasn't the squirrels, it was the pigeons, circling overhead like tiny, fat, bread-eating vultures.
A London Werewolf in Sandford
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PIE!
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Man, I gotta switch to half-caff.
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