Comment fic/art meme
Jan. 15th, 2010 03:57 pmIt’s time for a comment fic/art meme!
Are you craving to read a certain thing but nobody's writing it? Or are you itching to write or make art, but you have no inspiration? Has something happened in canon that you don 't like, and you want it fixed? Then this is the post for you.
How does it work?
* Comment to this post with a prompt. Your prompts can be as short or as detailed as you’d like.
Example 1: Greg gets hurt on a case, Nick freaks out.
Example 2: Schmoop!
* Scroll through the comments and when you find a prompt you like, write a fic or make art in reply to the comment.
* You don’t have to leave prompts in order to answer one, nor do you have to answer prompts in order to leave any.
What is allowed?
* You can leave as many prompts as you like, but one prompt per comment please. If you’ve got a few prompts, comment with each separately.
* More than one comment fic/ art response to a prompt is totally okay. In fact, it’s encouraged. The more fic or art, the better! :D
Rules/ Things to look out for
* When replying to a prompt with your comment fic/art, put ‘FILLED’ in your subject line, and then anything else you want (i.e. a title if you have one/ part numbers/ other info).
* Episodes that have aired are fair game. No spoilers for future episodes though. *stern look*
* No character bashing, or rudeness in general. If you have questions, please email the moderators, or send them a PM. Don’t post questions in the comments, they will be deleted.
Mod contact:
Email us at nickngreglj@gmail.com, or send us a PM.
Pimp it!



Remember... Canon is an inspiration, fanfiction/ fanart takes the characters where they could go. Most important thing though? Have fun! So go forth and make Nick/Greg goodness. :3
Your Mods,
Mangojunkie, Serenity, Sillie, BeeLikeJ
Comment-fic/art masterlist:
PROMPT: Cuddling! by
slashxyouxup
PROMPT: Papa Olaf dies, causing Greg to need Nick even more than he ever has before. by
slashxyouxup
PROMPT: Nick accidentally let's something slip in conversation that outs him and Greg. by
slashxyouxup
PROMPT: N/G get in an argument, probably about something stupid and silly, that results in a full out man fight. A wall denting, plate crashing, table tossing man fight. Which in turn, of course, results in some heavy duty, hot, sweaty, man sex. by
artistic_sillie
PROMPT: Cuddling! by
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PROMPT: Greg gets hurt on a case, Nick freaks out. by
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Are you craving to read a certain thing but nobody's writing it? Or are you itching to write or make art, but you have no inspiration? Has something happened in canon that you don 't like, and you want it fixed? Then this is the post for you.
How does it work?
* Comment to this post with a prompt. Your prompts can be as short or as detailed as you’d like.
Example 1: Greg gets hurt on a case, Nick freaks out.
Example 2: Schmoop!
* Scroll through the comments and when you find a prompt you like, write a fic or make art in reply to the comment.
* You don’t have to leave prompts in order to answer one, nor do you have to answer prompts in order to leave any.
What is allowed?
* You can leave as many prompts as you like, but one prompt per comment please. If you’ve got a few prompts, comment with each separately.
* More than one comment fic/ art response to a prompt is totally okay. In fact, it’s encouraged. The more fic or art, the better! :D
Rules/ Things to look out for
* When replying to a prompt with your comment fic/art, put ‘FILLED’ in your subject line, and then anything else you want (i.e. a title if you have one/ part numbers/ other info).
* Episodes that have aired are fair game. No spoilers for future episodes though. *stern look*
* No character bashing, or rudeness in general. If you have questions, please email the moderators, or send them a PM. Don’t post questions in the comments, they will be deleted.
Mod contact:
Email us at nickngreglj@gmail.com, or send us a PM.
Remember... Canon is an inspiration, fanfiction/ fanart takes the characters where they could go. Most important thing though? Have fun! So go forth and make Nick/Greg goodness. :3
Your Mods,
Mangojunkie, Serenity, Sillie, BeeLikeJ
Comment-fic/art masterlist:
PROMPT: Cuddling! by
PROMPT: Papa Olaf dies, causing Greg to need Nick even more than he ever has before. by
PROMPT: Nick accidentally let's something slip in conversation that outs him and Greg. by
PROMPT: N/G get in an argument, probably about something stupid and silly, that results in a full out man fight. A wall denting, plate crashing, table tossing man fight. Which in turn, of course, results in some heavy duty, hot, sweaty, man sex. by
PROMPT: Cuddling! by
PROMPT: Greg gets hurt on a case, Nick freaks out. by
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Date: 2010-01-15 03:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-17 02:16 am (UTC)“Say, Warrick, what wrong?” Nick asks all nonchalant as his co-worker shoots him an annoyed expression.
“That damn Sanders,” he grumbles. Archie sighs and rolls his eyes.
“What did he do now?”
Warrick leans back in the chair, crossing his fingers in his lap. “He just so, annoying,” he stresses. “He talks to himself constantly, makes all these little strange noises while we’re collection evidence. It’s hard to concentrate, he’s throwing me off!”
Nick laughs and nods. “Yeah, sounds like Greg alright. You should hear him talking in his sleep.”
This time it’s Archie and Warrick who share a curious glance towards each other. Archie coughs and leans on to the arm of his seat. “And, uh, how exactly would you know what Greg says in his sleep?”
Nick’s eyes widen immediately. “I, um, I-” he stutters, looking between the two amused faces before him. He fumbles with the case file, quickly getting up from his seat and heading for the door. “I gotta go,” he says before disappearing completely.
Archie and Warrick burst out in near hysterical laughter as soon as he’s gone, hunching over on to the desk in front. When Warrick’s found the breath to breathe properly again he leans back in his chair. “Busted,” he grins.
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Date: 2010-01-17 01:53 am (UTC)Its 11am right now, though that’s night time in their world. They’d crawled in to bed no more than fifteen minutes ago, tired and hungry from another gruelling grave shift. Greg’s in his arms, pressed deep in to Neck’s chest, breathing softly against the small dark hairs there. Greg loves to cuddle, always has done. He must admit in the start of their relationship Nick wasn’t all that big on cuddling. He loved holding Greg after sex, loved stroking his matted hair or feeling Greg’s sweat slick skin beneath his palms, but not cuddling for the sake of cuddling. Greg, however, couldn’t get enough. Any quiet moment they had together Greg would always insist on cuddling. He’d hide his face away beneath Nick’s chin, tuck his arms around his waist and sigh contently. This, to him, was bliss. Nick didn’t feel the same for quite a while, he didn’t like feeling so restricted and often found himself bored after the first five minutes. Greg could lay like that four hours though, quiet and content. He doesn’t know exactly when he changed his mind or even how, he just knows that suddenly, he wanted to be still and silent and wrapped up in Greg too. He suddenly didn’t mind the restriction and instead of boredom he found peace in the warmth of Greg’s body so close to his own. He suddenly became a fan of cuddling, and so every night, when they climb in to bed weak and exhausted, that’s exactly what they do. Nick pulls Greg close, kisses him softly and wraps his arms around him. They sigh contently, happy and still.
No, Nick definitely did not make any mistake.
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Date: 2010-01-21 05:23 am (UTC)I have two art/manips in response to the “cuddling!” prompt. They are separate versions of Nick and Greg vacationing at the beach.
The first is a B&W (although I think this one may be more of a hug than an actual cuddle). http://pics.livejournal.com/rustie73/pic/0007w49z/g63
The second is a color piece and is indeed a cuddle. http://pics.livejournal.com/rustie73/pic/0007tpa7/g63
(Login to LJ to view pics)
Thanks for the inspiration.
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Date: 2010-01-15 05:48 pm (UTC)Also how did they celebrate their victory afterwards?
Does that count as a second prompt? Let me summarize:
kitchentable scenes before and after the bowling :-D
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Date: 2010-01-15 06:31 pm (UTC)love the icon
Date: 2010-01-16 06:20 pm (UTC)wrote a fic some time ago about it, read if you want http://grissoms-girl.livejournal.com/1039.html
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Date: 2010-01-16 02:47 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-01-17 01:15 am (UTC)His eyes are still sore from the hours of crying as he wanders in to the break room, lost and not really quite sure why he went in there in the first place. He pulls up one of the chairs and collapses in to it, his feet and arms aching from crawling on his belly under a victim’s car. He wishes he didn’t have to work, wishes he could go home, he wishes he could do something else other think about his mother’s quivering voice over the phone as she told him he was gone. He wishes he could make everything dark and quiet like when he’s in bed and the blackout curtains are drawn. He wishes he could drown out the voices, banish the images of one of the greatest men in his life that keep rolling through his mind and replace them with nothing. He can feel the tears again, strong and bitter as they well around his eyes. He wants to cry again but his throat is too raw and head is pounding. He wants to rip a hole in the earth, crawl in to it and cover himself over again, anything just to get away from it all. The lights are too bright in here and the lab makes too much noise around him.
Greg thought he could cope, but maybe he can’t. He thought he was strong enough to do this, but maybe he’s not. He won’t let anyone talk to him because he can’t bare those looks of pity, those sympathetic shoulder pats and head tilts, smiles and conversations. He’s grateful they care and he knows they just want to be there for him, but in all honesty he doesn’t want them. He just wants to hide because he can’t do this alone.
“Greggo,” Greg thinks it must be in his head as he hears a soft voice calling him. His eyes are closed and hand pressed over them. He hears his name again and it’s close, real close. He opens his eyes and pulls his hand from his face. Nick’s stood in the doorway, backpack slung over his right shoulder and he’s looking just as tired. He smiles at Greg and it’s not sympathetic or full of pity, it’s just Nick.
“You’re supposed to be in Texas,” Greg whispers. Nick drops his backpack in the doorway and walks to kneel in front of Greg. He takes Greg’s face in his hands.
“Your mom called me this morning; she knew you wouldn’t tell me.”
“But, your family-” Greg starts, but Nick cuts him off.
“They understand. My place is with you, Greggo. You need me and I love you.” Greg wants to tell Nick he’s just being protective, wants to tell him to go back to Texas and finish his family holiday, but instead he smiles too, leans forward and presses his lips to Nick’s. He kisses him with want and need, not caring if they’re in the work place. He grabs the back of Nick’s neck as he licks Greg’s lips.
“Thank you,” Greg whispers.
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Date: 2010-01-16 03:01 am (UTC)They get in an argument, probably about something stupid and silly, that results in a full out man fight. A wall denting, plate crashing, table tossing man fight. Which in turn, of course, results in some heavy duty, hot, sweaty, man sex.
All right, shutting up now. XD
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Date: 2010-01-17 01:56 am (UTC)xo
FILLED: art - Sketch
Date: 2010-01-20 10:39 pm (UTC)BOYS! <3
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Date: 2010-01-17 12:45 pm (UTC)Filled - Wake Up
Date: 2010-01-22 11:56 pm (UTC)---
There’s a body on the floor, Nick realises. There’s a man lying unconscious on the floor with his head positioned awkwardly against the wall he’s sagged against. Bruises still mar his face. Vibrant hues of violet and blue seep into pallid skin, overrun with a pulsing red that draws a path along his cheek, and Nick watches silently as it pools onto to the tiled floor.
There’s a body on the floor. There’s a man who appears to be no longer moving supine on the floor in the house where Patricia Simmons was killed. He’s still breathing. Slight is the rise and fall of his chest, the movement barely noticeable, and Nick can’t remember how many minutes passed before the twitching finally stopped.
There’s a body on the floor. There’s a man lying unconscious on the floor in the bathroom where Nick found Greg struggling to breathe. Nick can still see the hands wrapped around Greg’s neck. The memory tingles like the throbbing in his knuckles, stains like the wetness trickling in between his fingers, and lingers like the splatters of the fading metallic warmth on Nick’s face.
There’s a body on the floor. There’s a man eerily quiet on the floor in the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom where he killed Patricia Simmons. It’s still a blank in the back of Nick’s mind. Greg’s eyes wide in fear, his face distorted in pain, and Nick can vaguely recall what happened after he heard Greg calling out his name.
There’s a body leaning against him, Nick realises. There’s a chest pressing into his back as he sits across from the man who looks lifeless on the floor. Nick’s knuckles are still throbbing. They pulsate in a manner that extends throughout his frame, shaking like the arms around his waist that restrain him with no intent of letting go, and Nick counts every second in between the sounds of Greg’s laboured breathing.
There’s a body on the floor, Nick says to himself. There’s a man lying unconscious on the floor in the bathroom where Brass and another officer enter with their guns raised. Nick is still trembling. He shudders as the arms around his waist tighten, vision blurring when he feels Greg’s warm breath against his neck, and Nick swallows a harsh sob at the scratchy voice that whispers into his ear.
“I’m okay.”
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