Getsuyobi - Prompt is the First Line

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Happy Monday, y'all. My name is tiptoe39 and I am tickled pink to be your host for comment_fic this week.

Inspiration comes in funny ways, doesn't it? We're all here because we love to write, but sometimes we just need a prompt - a beginning. So today your prompts will be the first line. Give your writers a push out of the gate and see where they run with it!

As always, obey the rules:

• Three prompts per fandom, and no more than five total. If one of your prompts is filled, you may post another.


• No spoilers for new shows/seasons until at least one week after airing.


• If your fill contains spoilers, please warn for it and leave enough space for people to pass by.

Feed the overworked codemonkeys correctly formatted prompts:

• Supernatural, Dean/author's choice, It was the last person Dean ever expected to see through the peephole of the motel room door.


• Fringe, Peter/Olivia, "We're going to have to talk about this sooner or later."


• Heroes/Nu!Trek, Peter Petrelli/Jim Kirk, Peter couldn't help but wonder what his mother would say right now.

If you don't see a beginning you'd like to continue, head back to our Lonely Prompts and give them a happy ending instead.

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"It's a what!!??" Lorne thought that McKay's voice was unnaturally grating but maybe that was just his lack of sleep talking. He found Parrish unnaturally chipper at the moment, too.
"It's a dryad." Parrish's tone made clear that he had explained this already.
"And you're letting that run around in the city?!" If McKay didn't deal it down soon Lorne might have to shoot him. Ronon, who looked just as annoyed as Lorne felt to be awake would probably let him borrow his gun for the occasion.
"It's a plant, Rodney." Parrish sounded amused: "A moving plant, yes, but only a plant. It's not even carnivorous."
"It has eyes." McKay pointed out. Lorne noticed that it was shaped like a small cat, too.
"It has eyes, it's intelligent and it only eats fungi." Parrish held out his hand and the little plant-cat climbed onto it: "You should be thankful, Deru was saving you from a yeast-infection." Parrish grinned when McKay looked disturbed.
"Just...don't let it out of your lab again."
"Sure, Rodney." Parrish replied cheerfully and scooped up the dryad: "Night."
"You know when you came back from Argos I thought you were messing with me about the plant people." Lorne said when Parrish walked over to him.
"Everyone was thinking that. Except Radek. When he heard that some of them eat fungi he asked me if I could invite them to our basement. Atlantis has quite the problem with fungi in the lower levels." They had entered a transporter but Parrish didn't press their home section but the lowest level of Atlantis.
"Don't tell me you're setting that thing free again."
"It'll be fine. Even Woolsey was okay with the project." The doors opened and Parrish set Deru down: "Have fun." He told it and the dryad leaped away.
"Let's go back to bed." Parrish yawned and gave Lorne a kiss: "You look horrible."
"No thanks to you." Lorne replied dryly. Parrish nuzzled his neck:
"Let me make it up to you."