#d. lance

[xoxorory]

✶—𝕱old 002. 𝓓etective 𝓒omics

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BRUCE WAYNE—BATMAN

RICHARD JOHN GRAYSON—NIGHTWING

Head Over Heels ! (literally) (Dick Grayson x Fem!Hero!Reader)

JASON PETER TODD—RED HOOD

TIMOTHY JACKSON DRAKE WAYNE—RED ROBIN

STEPHANIE BROWN—SPOILER

CASSANDRA CAIN—ORPHAN

BARBARA GORDON—BATGIRL

DUKE THOMAS—SIGNAL

DAMIAN AL-GHUL WAYNE—ROBIN

The Glitter Incident (Also Known as That One Date That Never Happened) ! (Damian Wayne x Fem!Reader)

I’m not scared ! (Damian Wayne x Fem!Reader)

CLARK KENT—SUPERMAN

CONNER KENT—SUPERBOY

DIANA PRINCE—WONDER WOMAN

DONNA TROY—WONDERGIRL

ROY HARPER—RED ARROW

HAL JORDAN—GREEN LANTERN

DINAH LANCE—BLACK CANARY

OLIVER QUEEN—GREEN ARROW

more upcoming. . .

©𝒙𝒐𝒙𝒐,𝑹𝒐𝒓𝒚🐚 —-do not copy, repost, plagiarize,translate or feed any of my work into ai. I work hard to give quality content.

[klance-daydreams]

sleeping tight

[5ftboy]

"You wanna go to Vagus later and get married right after?"

[oldschoolfrp]

Charge! (Terry Dykstra, D&D Rules Cyclopedia, TSR, 1991) 

[honeyspeeches]

Reading fanfiction isn’t enough I need the unreleased directors cut of s7-s8

[bluemantics]

Flashing lights. Dark, endless sky. A gentle hum from the motor. Lance adjusted his grip on the wheel, getting comfortable in the seat of his car.

Outside his blue Corvette (fondly nicknamed Baby Blue), the air was crisp, cool, and charged. Everything hung in a pause as racers lined up their vehicles at the starting line, slowly rolling up one by one. Tonight was the night they’d all been waiting for: the Altea City Underground Cup, the biggest prize of the year. With money from placing, Lance could quit his horrible day job.

Most of the racers were sponsored by rich Alteans desperate for adrenaline but too scared of scraping a knee. Lance’s sponsor, Rollo, was a young guy who’d inherited millions after the untimely death of his father. However, the guy didn’t seem too concerned with mourning. High off his ass, Rollo promised him 10% of his bet winnings after each race as well as lending him a car. In return, Lance delivered top placements and helped him feel the thrill of winning without the danger of racing.

His work with Rollo was a solid arrangement. Especially since, unlike the rich assholes, Lance lived for what he called the Thrum. It was the feeling he got when hurtling down the track, heart lifting to his throat, tension and power coiling all around him as he danced between the lines of death and life. 

Was it legal? Not exactly. But it paid. And tonight, it would pay well. Lance had raced his competitors tens of times before. 

He knew the green, zippy car belonged to Pigeon, who often pulled out sneaky tricks on her ride. The sleek, grey one was Lotor’s, one of the few wealthy people who actually stuck out his neck alongside his car. His tactics were dirty and brutal, but they weren’t impossible to deal with, and Lance had beaten him before. Furthest from Lance was an orange, low-to-the-ground car, containing Griffin, a piece of shit that rarely won.

Overall, Lance’s odds were good. He could win this. Trying to prepare himself for the starting whistle, he pulled on his helmet and let his fingers tighten around the wheel once more. 

Suddenly, a movement to his left drew his attention. Shit. Pulling up alongside Lance was one, final car, a cherry red Ferrari. It was gorgeous under the pale track lights, reflecting Lance’s car so clearly in its doors, sleek and built for speed. Through the sound of Baby Blue, Lance could hear its engine emitting a gentle purr. Lance licked his lips. He didn’t know this car. 

Lance rolled down his window and leaned an arm out, gesturing for the helmeted man to do the same. The stranger, surprisingly, did roll down his window. 

“What do you want?” Lance shivered at his voice. It was a blend of gravelly and low, matching his edgy black and red leather image. His face was obscured by his helmet, but Lance could see wisps of black hair curling out from the bottom.

“Who’s your sponsor?” Lance called back. 

“Why do you care?” God, this questions game was getting old. 

“I just want to know who I’m racing, man.” Lance tried to peer through the helmet and see the shadowed eyes lurking behind it. 

“Call me Red,” was the stranger’s short reply. “Sponsored by Marmora.” Lance immediately sat up, indignantly bristling.

“You’re coming after my brand!” he accused. Red looked slowly at Lance’s car, then turned back to see Lance where he was still leaning out of the driver’s side. 

“Let me guess… you’re called Blue.” 

“I am!” Lance seethed. “Look, hotshot, I don’t care why you decided to only show up on the most important racing day, or how you qualified for it in the first place. All you need to know is I’m going to kick your ass, no matter how sexy your car is.” 

“Sexy, huh?” Red sounded amused, now, which only furthered Lance’s annoyance.

“It’ll look even sexier in the rearview,” Lance snapped. 

“We’ll see on the track.” Without so much as a pause, Red rolled up his window, causing Lance to sputter. He threw up a middle finger that Red pretended not to see and rolled up his own window. 

“Racers!” A voice boomed over the speakers surrounding the start. “Ready at the start!”

Lance whipped his head forward and locked his gaze on the track. It was all laid out just for him, asphalt flat and begging to be driven on. In just a few laps, he’d be the winner of the Cup. He’d get to take home the winnings, change his life. He wouldn’t let some new guy ruin his chances. 

“On your mark.” 

Pulsing echoed in his eardrums, silence settling over the scene. 

“Get set.” 

He shuffled his shoulders, sucked in a breath. His foot pressed into the accelerator. 

“Go!” 

A violent roar thundered in his ears as he pumped down and shot off. Lance pressed back into his seat as he pulled away from the line, lightning crackling in his veins, heat crawling up his arms. For a second, he was weightless, flying above everything and looking down. Pigeon was long in his dust, locked in an early battle with Griffin. Lotor was crawling after his heels. Beautiful.

But then, the universe answered his glee. 

A red Ferrari climbed up even with him. Lance, known to never break focus, found himself looking sideways into the window. He was furious. No one had ever beaten Lance off the start, even if he was passed later. The start was his domain. 

Red cocked his head, as if taunting him, and threw Lance a two-fingered salute. 

Then, he pulled ahead. 

Fury consumed Lance entirely as he saw the bright car’s taillights shining in front of his eyes. This was meant to be his race, his chance to prove himself to the betters and take home enough cash for a safer life. Red was going to ruin things. 

However, alongside the fury was an unusual thrill. No one had challenged him so blatantly, so openly. It made goosebumps rise on his skin as he pressed further on the pedal, hands alternating over one another as he skidded through a tight turn. 

Maybe this will be fun.

[kazbrekkerfast]

what instrument I think F1 drivers would play + reasons (from a cellist who is objectively correct)

(if you disagree that's fine please share your opinions I really want to know them)

Get ready cuz this is a LONG post. I also mostly stuck to the 2024 grid cuz I couldn't be bothered with much more

also please note that I wrote this whilst exhausted and avoiding practicing so if it has any spelling/grammar mistakes, you didn't see anything

1. Max Verstappen: percussion

ok so max is to me a percussionist through and through but also seems like the type of percussionist who learnt how to play the violin as a kid and hated it, so became a drummer instead. definitely plays the marimba like his life depends on it. also becuase I have a thing for them so ye 🥰 (I do however love a good fanfic where he's like a super competitive violin/piano player even if I can't really see him play them)

2. Charles Leclerc: piano

so he obviously already plays piano which suits him sm so I'm going to keep that because he has the correct vibes and everything for piano, but more on the late classical onwards stuff than the earlier music (I NEED to hear him play Debussy like omfg please)

3. Carlos Sainz: conductor

ok here me out but I can't see him playing in an orchestra BUT he would definitely conduct, and could probably play a string instrument/piano quite well but like it wouldn't be his passion if you get what I mean (I also feel like he'd be quite strict as a conductor but get super good performances out of the orchestra)

4. Daniel Riccardo: trombone (+bass trombone)

ok he's the reason I'm making this list because OMFG THIS MAN IS A BRASS PLAYER like defo lower brass too but I can't really see tuba player from him so trombone. he's also the kind of brass player to be stupidly good at percussion too so ye that too. also get this man in a big band. please.

5. Lando Norris: violin

ok so lando is always giving main character energy and like there's not much more main character than a violin, and also I can very much see him being a more romantic/lyrical player (he just has them vibes idk). HOWEVER broski has a MASSIVE hand span so he has to play piano cuz he can deffo reach them 10ths let's be real

6. Oscar Piastri: oboe (+french horn)

ok HEAR ME OUT!!!! tell me you can't see this guy play an oboe. I think he has the right sized face for it idk that sounds strange but I can see it please believe me 😭😭. Also french horn cuz it's my fave instrument except my own and I think he'd serve playing it idk

7. Lewis Hamilton: cello

I'm biased. he has the vibes. (not really but idc). also probably sings (he already does but shh). Definitely not a baroque player and probably plays more Dvorak era stuff (the things I'd do to see him play Brahms E minor) but this is all because I am spectacularly biased and want to see my fave drivers play my instrument. also producer vibes but that's unrelated.

8. George Russell: flute

ok so personally most male flute players I know are complete dickheads BUT I think George is the exception like he just seems quite flutey (also he kinda gives classical era piano player but that may be me being silly) but bro definitely doesn't like syncopated rhythms like let's be real if it's off the beat my guy would be completely lost. he does seem like the type to be able to read ledger lines tho

9. Yuki Tsunoda: percussion

I think he's another percussionist tbh but more cymbals and timps than tuned percussion. I don't have much more to say about Yuki because he's just cymbals in my head lmao

10. Pierre Gasly: euphonium

right. he gives wind because he's french BUT he probably is euf cuz like I can very much picture him playing it and also I can very much see him giggling at the back of a brass band or some shit with Yuki (yukierre nation what's good) so I've put him as a euf cuz why not

11. Esteban Ocon: clarinet

another biased opinion but I can see it like he just is a clarient I think. I think it's probs just the fact he's tall but like the stereotype of people looking like their instruments is real so he (he does give cellist a bit too but that may also just be because he's tall)

12. Fernando Alonso: trumpet

right this was a very tough one BUT he holds all the chaos and menace of a trumpet player (especially when he was younger), and I think it suits him quite well. he does give lower brass a bit but I think he has more trumpet vibes than lower brass so ye

13. Lance Stroll: clarinet

ok rich boi obviously would have been taught the violin and I think he'd be pretty good at it tbh BUT he gives clarient vibes so fucking hard like especially bass clarinet, cuz he's different like that

14. Nico Hulkeberg and Kevin Magnussen: trumpet

right. these two are together for a reason. these two are the two trumpet players in an orchestra who sit there yapping for half the rehearsal, play the 4 bars they have in a piece and then are done for the day. don't say you can't see it. you can.

15. Alex Albon: guitar

this one is quite specific but he gives like classical and jazz guitar vibes in a very specific way. also woodwind. idk he contains multitudes and I think we should celebrate that. maybe flute? I can see that. (I'm losing the plot here wtf even is an instrument)

16. Logan Sargent: viola

PLEASE DONT COME FOR ME I SAY THIS IN A GOOD WAY!!! he really has strings vibes to me but definitely is not violinist at all, therefore I think he'd be a good viola player. I'm sorry we all need one somewhere 😭. HOWEVER as he is American I will say get this man on the cheer squad and like idk have him throw people in the air while the marching band does it's thing I can see him doing that

17. Sergio Perez: french horn

sorry he's so far down I had actually no clue what instrument he has the vibes for at all. BUT I made up my mind, and I think he gives french horn vibes. don't ask me why I don't know it just is there

18. Valterri Bottas: tuba

HE TUBAS MORE THAN ANYONE HAS EVER TUBAD BEFORE also probs plays percussion on the side but in the sense that they didn't have enough one day so he volunteered to play for fun. I almost put him as a double bass but he really doesn't have strings vibes at all so I moved him to tuba

19. Zhou Guanyu: piano

this is going to sound weird af but don't take it that way but holy shit this guy's fingers are LONG like I think he could probs do a 9th or 10th easily (I'm so jealous) and I feel like he has piano vibes. also a bit stringy but also not idk I feel like he'd own a harp but not play it often so ye

20. Franco Colapinto: violin (?)

idk him that well and he has very similar vibes to lando (this may be due to the edits I have CONSUMED over the last few months) so ye I think he could be violin, maybe like leader of the 2nds kinda thing for the fun of it

21. Liam Lawson: guitar and drum kit

ok. this is a copout cuz he already does and posts things of him playing but like he just is guitar like that is what he is in my mind. also he gives the vibe of that one guitarist who decided to learn drums but hasn't got the coordination quite right yet so isn't great at keeping time but thinks he's great anyways (I love him really)

ANYWAYS IM DONE THANKYOU IF YOUVE GOT THIS FAR I WISH YOU ALL THE LOVE AND HAPPINESS IN THE WORLD

[karmelarts]

THEY SLANDER MY BOY EVERY FUCKING CHANCE THEY GET

[kagooleo]

happy belated halloween to my fluffyrice (and their little rice ball 🍙)

[finalfivecarts]

[art-of-bee]

i wish heroes of the lance was actually this cool

ko-fi + commissions 🌃 twitch 🌃 more pixel art 🌃 do not repost

[seneon]

♰ ARCH!VED VIII ￤ BLOODY ROSE, VAMPIRE¡LANCE¡!

ABOUT. in which, a bloody offerings is given to the son of darkness. gore descriptions. blood-sucking. wc of 900+

NOTES. oh no this is the last normal fic on this masterlist before the grand finale of the ehm dabi 😔😔

nights like these were the ones that nobody in the village would dare leave the comfort of their home and into the cold rocky pavement of the road.

of course, who would be stupid enough to step out just to let the cold wind embrace them? if there ever were some skin-heating nights where the temperature is a tad bit humid, still no soul would venture out past eight. eight is the curfew for the entire village. it was a new rule that was embedded into the back of the villagers mind.

"stay in your homes after eight at dusk."

always eight, and for the rest of the night. it would be even better if you remained nestled in your comfort after the sun has set.

all because of one single entity that dominates the dusk all throughout the slow dancing of the ethereal moon.

that one entity who or which, is regarded as the saviour of the night, often protecting the village only if they have offered a thin plate of blood at that one spot where no tree branches could cover the ground. it is to let the blood illuminate under the moonlight, coating it with a glistening layer like a curse yet a blessing.

there's a specific time where the entity will visit the village, going straight to the spot where the plate of blood is always offered every night.

and when the entity arrives, it stops in its tracks to look at a lowly human girl who stood right in the center where no shadows of the tree branches could shade him from the moon and the essence of the moon wrapping around him like a bridal veil.

“sir vampire. i seek you,” you as the said male vampire raised a brow at the creature in front of you.

“and what do you need me for?”

“i…”

the vampire continued to make his way forward, stopping right in front of you, looking down at you. the entity's eyes are as dark as the bluest obsidian crystals in the cave, piercing through the human’s own eyes that nervously darted around.

“what is your name, human?”

“it's.. it's y/n,” you answered, swallowing your saliva back in anticipation. true, you felt utter fear in this ultimate moment, breaking a village rule and wandering around the village at the exact time where you knew this saviour of an entity would make your arrival every single night.

truth to be told, your fingers have been trembling since the moment you stepped out of your house in all secrecy. you never knew an entity who was worshiped and feared by your people would be so ... alluring.

you could not pluck your eyes off of the vampire that looked down at you like you were a mere insect to be trampled on or to be eaten by the witches of the west. your soul felt so trapped just by looking into the vampire's eyes. you are in a trance that you cannot escape from.

“y/n. why do you seek me, a terrifying vampire that lurks around the shadows?” the vampire, lance, questions the human all while you could do was lose yourself in the eyes of the vampire.

“human girl y/n,” lance lifted his fingers to gently wrap them around your neck, thumb grazing over your weak adam’s apple. you could only freeze at his touch, cold and tickling.

“why are you looking for me?” the vampire repeats in a simpler way to understand, his thumb never stops as he could feel your breathing become unsteady, heart ultimately beating against your chest.

“i need someone to go to the ball with me,” you whispered, barely audible to the normal ear, eyes shutting to ease some kind of tension within you.

the question caught the vampire off guard as lance’s thumb ceased its grazing, fingers leaving the neck of the human girl. there was a momentary silence, before lance chuckled at your words.

“is that it? you only needed someone to go to the ball with you…?”

you nodded, not saying a word as the vampire tilted his head to the side, a little smile, or a smirk, making its debut. “i’ll go to the ball with you.”

upon hearing the entity's words, your sprung opened, fear disintegrating into nothingness. “really!?” you exclaimed and the vampire nodded. “yes. but you must offer up something to me.”

your fingers immediately moved to the collar of your dress, curling around the collar to pull them to the side. you tilted your head just slightly. “my blood. you can take my blood.”

lance stared at the flesh in all glory, his canine teeth growing in size and his eyes darkened with the lust for human blood.

in an instant, one of lance's hands cupped the back of your head, the other hand placed it on your shoulders as he pushed your head to the side even more, giving more access to the neck. you could feel the hot breath of lance on the skin of your neck, blowing and breathing right above it.

“sir vampire, just do it,” you sucked in your breath and felt the teeth sink into your neck, feeling stabbing pain pierced through your skin as your hands moved up to hold the side of the vampire's arms.

you could feel lance biting, sucking and licking your skin along with the two canine teeth that were dug deep into your neck. if there was one thing you hated the most in this moment, it is the fact that you're enjoying this moment.

you hated the feeling of the vampire's hands that held you in place and his teeth that sunk into your skin.

you practically made a sacrifice out of yourself just for the sake of having an alluring man as your ball date.

this should be all worth it.

right..?

©SENEON 2024 ♰ D!ED, D3AD, G0NE. DO NOT REPOST OR ALTER. OR ELSE THE BATS WILL COME FOR YOU.

[theoriginalriffles]

Runnin' Back To You - Klance

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65549686

ongoing (1/6 chapters posted - set to be 20k~) - post-canon

summary:

“Are you lonely?” Keith’s words sound blunt, even to him, but he can’t really stand another second of hearing Lance excuse away his closest friends letting him down.

Lance just waves him off. “Man, I do miss Kaltenecker, ya know, these Earth cows just don’t measure up to her. Other than that, I’m fine. I mean-” He sweeps his arm out towards the fields with a gesture of overexaggerated pride. “I’m a landowner in my twenties! In this economy! I’m living it up down here.”

Or;

While every other paladin continues to explore the galaxy and how their talents and dreams fit into it, Lance stays on Earth. Alone. Only four months after Allura's death is he visited by none other than his awkward, mulleted ex-teammate, who tries to leave the door to space open for him through his grief.

Or;

5 times Keith visit's Lance on Earth, 1 time Lance returns the favor (+ an epilogue)

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Legend of Huma by Jeff Easley

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 58

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

The Value of a Moment by @a-fools-errand

When Lance’s previously obsolete skills in language suddenly become very useful, he finds himself wondering why aliens can’t account for the fact that humans, particularly him, need sleep and would prefer linear timelines. (Or: an Arrival AU because I love that movie)

yall OBSESSED does not begin to cover it. i have never read a fic where lance was so goddamn cool. and in like. the insanest of ways?? like of course lance is a polyglot but THIS....this is a whole new level. i havent even finished it fully yet but like god this thing is so fucking cool. if ur looking for a longfic stop looking

2. Rest Stop by @flaming-potato-arsonarson

Lance wasn't like the rest of the world. And he had never had a loving mother tell him it made him stronger for it. So he told himself, gathering up his courage and grit to face a world of winged humanity, when he, in fact, has no wings and turns into a mermaid instead. A world that wants him to die. So he'd keep this secret like a knife in his boot, a sharp weapon until he died on his own terms. Not because of who he was. Except, Team Voltron isn't so sure why Lance is all rough edges and sharp points about showing off his wings. Or acting like a member of the Flock in general. It's clear he cares for them, but he's never shown an intimate part of him. Until he has to.

oh god this has gotta be one of my CLASSIC fics. read it a few dozen times. i read it right when it came out, six ish years ago (goddamn), i can remember curling up in my old bunk bad and eating this up as the hours ticked by. i was HOOKED. my jaw was dropped my eyes were glued. could not get enough. if youre looking for mermaid lance with a twist....brother this is it

3. Looking for Rain by @thewriter2

Like most things, it starts with the little things: his smile, his confidence, his talent. Eventually, all these little things add up to one big thing that threatens to crash over them like a heavy rain. But, maybe that wouldn't be a bad thing. Maybe something beautiful would come from it. A 5+1 (really a 10+1) of Lance and Keith falling in love.

oh god guys..... @thewriter2 knows how to fucking haunt you. if a 10+1 (!!) isnt enough for you, i want you to know this line has been echoing in my head since i first read: "He looks at you like you’re a storm and he’s a desert desperate to drown." UM??? EXCUSE ME???? SIMILE OF ALL TIME ACTUALLY???? keith being so so visibly obviously in love with lance is my actual roman empire shit never leaves my mind

4. Astronauts by @thewriter2

When they entered the Blue Lion, Keith was Lance’s rival--the person Lance was working so hard to surpass. But slowly, Lance found himself thinking of Keith less as a rival and more as something close to a friend. So of course, Lance’s traitor of a heart decided that it would be Lance’s kind of friend that it would fall in love with.

tags to sell you: "keith is a dork but lance loves him anyway" (dorky keith my beloved), "hunk is an a+ friend" (yes he is), "lance is a lovesick fool" (yeah), and "allura is older sister goals" yes yes YES you get it. and like....while keith pov is my favourite to write by far, lances pov as he realises he is in love....that will always hold such a special special place in my heart

5. his own worth by frogsterz

In the middle of the conversation, Lance stops talking and no one notices. It’s not like he had been leading the conversation, for he hadn’t been, but somehow the fact that his lack of input or opinion isn’t noticed tightens the grip loneliness has on his heart. He looks down at his food, his face burning, his throat tightening up.

now usually anything but team as family isnt my deal. im not big on classic langst. but keith as a knight in shining armour.....what can i say i am weak willed. deeply. also " It’s what made it worse. I miss home and I miss being held and the rain, and I loved you. I thought you hated me." got me so bad got me WEAK like i have never recovered from that line and i doubt i ever will

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

[drjackabbots]

-beau taplin, hunting season