Monday: Race

[meatball42.livejournal.com]

Hey everybody! I hope you're having as awesome a spring break as I am, or if you're not on spring break, a fantastic week of March 10! In celebration for not having classes today, I've come up with an intellectual-ish prompt. Or at least the most intellectual it'll get this week.
Today's prompt is Race. As always, feel free to interpret this any way you want, from the first Olympic footrace to Space Jews (also, if anyone can find that video on youtube for me, I'll love you forever).

The rules still haven't changed:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.

Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt

Prompts that you don't have to write but please do :D
NCIS, Tony +/ Ziva, Ziva could probably kill him with both hands tied behind her back, but Tony was the fastest guy on his football team, and he hasn't lost it yet.
Leverage, Hardison/Parker, She never ever thinks about it. Sometimes, he thinks about it too much.
Torchwood, Jack +/ any, Jack does not give a damn about race. This has come as a surprise to some people. (modern, pre-series, anything)

Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone’s day.

Go forth and writify!

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Comments

[meatball42.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Tony +/ Ziva, Ziva could probably kill him with both hands tied behind her back, but Tony was the fastest guy on his football team, and he hasn't lost it yet.

[meatball42.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Hardison/Parker, She never ever thinks about it. Sometimes, he thinks about it too much.

Fill - Tortoiseshell

[burn-the-ships.livejournal.com]

She never thinks about it; he thinks about it too much. When their arms brush, and it’s creamy tan against ebony. When she’s flying around a corner, laughing, and golden hair streams out behind her, and it’s so Parker and golden and not anything like his. When some people give them strange looks even though this is the 21st century, people, or when some people just kind of smile at them in this odd way, or when Charlie Lawson opened up to Parker because him and Parker.

But it’s not until he’s getting coffee and his is creamy and hers is black that he’s suddenly laughing about it.

[meatball42.livejournal.com]

Torchwood, Jack +/ any, Jack does not give a damn about race. This has come as a surprise to some people. (modern, pre-series, anything)

[meatball42.livejournal.com]

Any, any, At the horses

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, I'll race you Mordor and back

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

But one does not simply walk into Mordor. Do you just want to tip the Black Gate and run?

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Cabin Pressure, Any, Passenger Derby gone wild

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Grand Prix

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Archer, Lana/Archer+Mallory, Was there any underlying tension between Mallory and Lana while Lana was dating Archer because Lana is black? (think of Mallory's lines in the show...)

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, "Holy crap, did they just call that guy a Chinaman?" "Well, this show was made in the 70s..."

[femme-slash-fan.livejournal.com]

LOL, I need to borrow this... if only for sheer fluff.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

any, any, One day he will not make it in time.

Fill - Leverage - Time Waits for No Man, But What Do We Care?

[burn-the-ships.livejournal.com]

The sounds cut in and out, the signal barely hanging on even as Hardison frantically boosts it and finds work-arounds and bends the rules and breaks a few parameters outright in order to compensate for the unforeseen complications.

“Guys, I can’t-...Parker, you-...Somebody better-...”

“Oomph-...ugh-...sss-...ah!...” Crackling, offset by the distinct sounds of something plastic skittering across the floor, of scuffles, flesh-on-flesh, grunts and cries, always static crackling.

“Parker?”

“Parker?!”

“Parker!”

“I’m almost-...hey!...’sup?...uhmph-...Par-...we’re just-...Hardi-?...We’re-...back in range-... Hardison? Hardison? You there?” The crackling finally clears up, Eliot’s voice gruff and demanding in their ears. It’s the most welcome thing ever greeted in the cosmos.

“There we go! Eliot? How’s Parker?”

“I’m fine.” But her voice sounds a little wheezy, and that’s not the Parker they know. Still, a collective sigh of relief makes the ‘buds crackle a little, the devices still edgy and ornery after the scrambler stirred up their innerworkings like bad food scrambles the insides.

“Damn it, Hardison! I thought you said we had coverage!”

“Well, excuse me, Eliot, I can’t account for every variable in the whole damned universe, can I? Would you like my job?”

“You want mine?” And the voice is less gruff and more heavy...weighted. Tired. Like today the responsibility is crushing usually strong, able shoulders; shoulders that seemed unbreakable before. Shoulders that they all -all- do more than depend on.

They stand on those shoulders, and place their stead on the speed of the fists to keep anything from knocking them down and the strength of the back to never break. Little do they know the fears hidden beneath those hardened muscles; the instincts -sharp and keen that save them time and time again- and the unshakeable -like they see him as being- insight that tells him that one day...one day he simply won’t be able to make it in time.

He’s not Superman, despite the joke; he’s not Batman, like Parker sometimes calls him; he’s not invincible like Nate occasionally wants to pretend him to be; he’s not a bouncy ball, the way Hardison thinks he can just bounce back from anything; but he’s not soft and fragile, like Sophie’s occasional bouts of mothering instincts might almost -almost- treat him.

He just is. And what is will always be bound to being. His being is human. Human means limitations, bound by time and space, dimension, physics, gravity, the magnetic pull of all certain universal laws.

So one day he will not make it in time.

That was when Eliot decided each member of their team needed to be able to fend for themselves in some manner or another, to stretch and bend the rules of the universe just a little; to make time loosen its apron strings and for the puppetmasters to respect the puppets that were they. They couldn’t change the universal laws, like they broke man’s; but they could perhaps borrow, beg, and steal, cheat, con, and buy off a few to help Eliot’s astronomical job out a little.

They’d give time and space and physics a run for its metaphysical money.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

any, any, my last command: "Run!"

[devylish.livejournal.com]

any, any/any, "Look, we come from different worlds." "Yes, but we're part of the same world now."

[winterjameson.livejournal.com]

Phineas and Ferb, Baljeet and Isabella, An experience(s) that make them realize how wonderful it is to have best friends - even Buford - who are color blind

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Fullmetal Alchemist, Ed(+/Winry)+Scar+Ishbalans, Being the only Amestrian(s) at an Ishbalan ritual

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Fullmetal Alchemist, Hohenheim, Edward, Alphonse - Last of the Xerxians

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Fullmetal Alchemist, Roy+/Maes, Maes cheats when they run races

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Burn Notice, Fiona/Michael or +Any, "Bomb. RUN!"

[icarus-chained.livejournal.com]

Author's choice, author's choice, "An ordnance technician at a dead run outranks everybody." (Schlock Mercenary)

Teeny Fill Star Trek: TOS, Two OCs

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

INDUCTION DAY ON NCC-1701

*-*

"You probably won't get to meet the Captain unless you get called up for an Away Mission, but there's very little call for Poly-Xeno-Psych off Enterprise so that probably means you'll go five years without meeting Kirk face to face."

"Oh."

"Don't look so disappointed. You'll definitely work with Commander Spock, and even though he's a bit... unusual, he's much more interesting. And maybe you'll be the one to find out who he ponn farrs with."

"Riiight."

"Don't look so sceptical. Now, this door here leads to Security, and down that corridor there is Main Engineering. You'll know those guys by their red shirts. A word of advice?"

"Yeah?"

"If you see them running, do not stop to ask questions, just run as fast as you can away from where they're going. You'll live a lot longer."

*-*

[ladyjanelly.livejournal.com]

The Losers, Jensen/Cougar, Pooch/Jolene: Jensen thought he got it, right up until he realized he didn't.

[radondoran.livejournal.com]

Any sci-fi fandom, any, In the future, nobody cares about the color of your skin; but that doesn't mean they don't find categories to judge you by

[tiny-white-hats.livejournal.com]

fill: The Consequences of Revolution, Firefly, Zoe Alleyne

This takes place a few years against a rebellion/war between the Browncoats and the authoritarian Anglo-Sino Alliance, which the Browncoats (rebels) lost, for anybody not familiar with canon.

It's 2536, and Zoe Alleyne is still a minority. She knows that on Earth that was, people used to judge based on the color of your skin or the name of the god you prayed to, but out here, in the black, people have found new ways to hate.

She is a Browncoat and a rebel and a traitor, and, even years after she has lost her war, the occasional person still spits in her path. It's not like traitor was branded across her forehead or anything obvious, but she walks like a soldier, and there are only two kinds of soldiers left: those in Alliance uniforms and those who used to wear brown costs.

She doesn't regret fighting for what she believed in, even as she and Mal smuggle puppets and toy dolls to backwoods moons. People look down on her in the grand markets and bazaars of Isis-4 and Cybele for her boots-and-breeches uniform of a smuggler, and, in the musty black markets of Hermes and in corner taverns in Baldur's airport cities, thrives and crooks shy away from her soldier's gait. Her brown coat has turned her into this, a warrior thief who deals in smuggled goods and gutter folk, but she will survive. Fighting for a revolution was the greatest thing Zoe could ever hope to have done, even if it has marked her as an outcast. Regardless of how hated and mistrusted she was by Alliance men and by criminals alike, Zoe had fought her fight, and that was all that mattered. She had done the right thing, and she didn't care about anything else.

All the same, she wishes that it didn't matter what side of the war she had fought on. Zoe wishes that worlds were better places where history wouldn't chain her to mistrust and hate, but that is not the way things are. And no matter how many Alliance soldiers spit at her rebel boots and no matter how many black market salesmen turn away from her neat vest and soldier's posture, she doesn't regret fighting. Being a minority is far better than being a coward. Because even if other people hate her and the things she stands for, Zoe has never hated herself for not standing up.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

any, any, yes, he will die tonight. It's just a matter of who finds him first

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

The Silmarillion, any members of two different races, "What are you?"

[samueljames]

CSI:NY, Don/Mac, one of them almost loses it with an extremely racist suspect.

Losing his Temper

[lasairfhiona.livejournal.com]

Don slammed his hand down on the table a little harder than he'd wanted to. It was all he could do not to reach across the table and strangle the scumbag sitting across from him. He hated losing his temper even more than he hated bigoted assholes like their suspect especially when he'd had gone on and on about how much he hated faggots and how they were abominations and he was doing God's will by killing every one he saw.

Shaking his hand, Don walked out of the interview room.

"Flack."

Don turned at the sound of Mac calling his name. "What?" he almost growled in response.

Mac just took his arm and pulled him into an empty room, shoving him against the wall. "Mac? What the hell?"

"I have a better way for you to work off your frustration."

"Oh?"

"Yeah."

Don groaned as Mac pressed his hips against his and felt his lover's half hard cock pressing against him.

"People like that aren't worth it. Meet me at home and we'll finish this."

Don nodded and accepted the gentle kiss Mac dropped on his lips before pulling back. As he watched Mac walk away he smiled. Mac was right as usual, racist jackasses like Bigelow weren't worth losing his temper over.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

any sci-fi fandom, any, as it turns out: angels are aliens, who have been avoiding earth ever since human/angel offspring turned out to be an incredible bad idea

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

SGA, Lorne/Parrish, Pegasus snail racing is better than it sounds.