Fitz Drabble Tree!
I know we've got a bunch of great writers in the comm, so I thought I'd get a little bit of participation going here with a drabble tree!
If you aren't familiar with how this works, one person posts a drabble (a 100-word ficlet) and then people respond to the post with another drabble that contains a sentence or phrase from the original drabble. As it goes on, posters can choose to start their own drabble or respond to any drabble in the tree.
(Don't feel like you have to write exactly 100 words. near-drabbles are okay too.)
Our theme this go-around is Fitz/Everyone. It's easy to write Fitz/Eight, but wouldn't it be great to find a little more variety in the Fitz fic out there? I'm challenging you to write Fitz/Grace, Fitz/C'rizz, Fitz/that microwave in the spare kitchen - whatever strikes your fancy.
"Excuse me!" Rory's voice pitched a degree higher as he was pulled bodily into the supply closet.
Behind him, a voice whispered "SHHH. Don't want to get nicked".
As the sound of heavy boots faded into the distance, Rory turned around to view his captor. It wasn't what he'd expected at all. More your Friday-down-the-pub type than rebel captain, even if he did have the required stubble.
Before he could ask any questions, the man kissed him squarely on the mouth, said “give the Doc my love” and shoved him back out into the hallway.
Rory wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to pass it on.
If you aren't familiar with how this works, one person posts a drabble (a 100-word ficlet) and then people respond to the post with another drabble that contains a sentence or phrase from the original drabble. As it goes on, posters can choose to start their own drabble or respond to any drabble in the tree.
(Don't feel like you have to write exactly 100 words. near-drabbles are okay too.)
Our theme this go-around is Fitz/Everyone. It's easy to write Fitz/Eight, but wouldn't it be great to find a little more variety in the Fitz fic out there? I'm challenging you to write Fitz/Grace, Fitz/C'rizz, Fitz/that microwave in the spare kitchen - whatever strikes your fancy.
"Excuse me!" Rory's voice pitched a degree higher as he was pulled bodily into the supply closet.
Behind him, a voice whispered "SHHH. Don't want to get nicked".
As the sound of heavy boots faded into the distance, Rory turned around to view his captor. It wasn't what he'd expected at all. More your Friday-down-the-pub type than rebel captain, even if he did have the required stubble.
Before he could ask any questions, the man kissed him squarely on the mouth, said “give the Doc my love” and shoved him back out into the hallway.
Rory wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to pass it on.