So, I wanted to contribute something to @parfaitperi ’s Coraline au. It is one of my favourite movies and I love the idea of the voltron crew in this universe. So, here I go. Remember, my headcanons mean NOTHING to you.
Lance would definitely be Coraline, cute yellow rain coat and all. Maybe with a little shark insignia somewhere. No blue hair, but perhaps a blue lion plush as a special companion laid about his room or the house.
Lance has a big family, and they’ve had to move closer to their work, in a new town, with a new school and new people Lance doesn’t care to know about.
His sister had told him that there was an “old well filled with magic,” on the car ride here.
He wasn’t a child, but he figured that there was nothing better to do.
Instead of helping un-pack, Lance goes exploring. He breaks off a branch from a bush and begins his trek up a damp and rocky hill.
This is where he meets/is jumped by a dark cat that I like to believe would be Shiro.
He uses a ‘dowsing-rod’ to help him try and find the well that his sister told him about.
After about 20 minutes of humming songs and following the “magic dowser,” he came to a clearing and decided to use all the magic he could muster (he was really into it at this point) to find the water that would lead him to the well.
“Magic dowser, magic dowser. Show me… THE WELL!”
(Motorcycle revving and rhythmic honking in the distance).
Enter, Keith. He is introduced the same way as Wybie is.
“Water-witching? It’s an interesting practice, but I just can’t see the appeal.” He turns the stolen dowsing rod in his gloved hands. “It’s just a stick, right?”
Lance doesn’t take too kindly to being startled or stalked.
He hits Keith. Obviously.
“If I’m a water-witch, then WHERE is the secret well?”
“Stomp a bit harder and you’ll fall in it.”
I can’t decide if Coran should be Keith’s uncle, owner of the Five Lions (Yes that’s the apartment complex’s name) or if I should make it Kolivan. Maybe Kolivan.
Coran (changed my mind) calls for Keith, and he rides away on his bicycle. I like the idea that his bike is a regular bike, but he motorized it himself with things he found in a garage one summer.
“I’d definitely wear gloves next time, if I were you.”
“Because that dowsing-rod of yours? It’s poison oak.”
And so it cuts to Lance and his mom.
Whilst feeding his baby sister, she hands him a package wrapped in news paper.
“Some boy left it on the front porch. 'Keith’ he said his name was.”
“No, it’s Keef. You must've misheard.”
“Weird name. Then again, weird kid.”
The package has a note on top that reads:
“Hey Shark-Boy, look what I found in my uncle’s trunk. Look familiar?” - KEITH
Lance is simultaneously charmed and creeped out at the doll. He keeps it under his arm anyway.
Lance’s mom can’t handle his questioning and sends him away to his father.
“Where are the gardening tools?”
“Don’t even think about going outside, Lance McClain!”
“Then you won’t be needing the tools.”
Lance’s dad can’t focus on him either, so he suggests that he leaves him alone and count all the blue, red, black, yellow and green things in the home.
Apparently, the building is 150 years old, and the five creators of it (originally naming it Altean Lots) left their own signature designs around the building.
Lance explores the house, as suggested. Not really of his own accord, but out of fear of his dad’s wrath. None of his siblings want to hang out either, so off exploring he goes.
Exploring scene follows as the movie goes.
When the doll goes missing for a few moments, he freaks out a little but brushes it off when he finds it again.
His attention is instead diverted to the weird indentation in the wall beside the doll. About his height when he crouches and an almost perfect rectangle.
His two brothers and two sister (not including the baby) crowd around him too, their own curiosity egging them on.
I’d like to think that his family is relatively progressive, so his brothers and sisters wouldn’t say much about the doll.
They join in the yelling to see what’s behind the door.
“If I do this for you, will you all stop pestering me.”
Cue puppy dog eyes, nodding and pouting from all her children.
Their disappointment is entirely Lance’s burden to carry when they find that it’s just a brick wall. Typical sibling behaviour of cursing him and smacking him upon the head.
He scratches his poison oak-rash and keeps asking the same question over and over again. (I just do this sometimes).
'Why would they lock it up?’
'Why is there still a door?’
'Why would they bother keeping the key?’
His mother, an overworked and often rational woman, has had enough.
“…you forgot to lock it.”
Yup. That’s it for now. I’ll do part two later. Or sometime today, if I can. This was really fun!
Pt.2 ~ Pt.3 ~ Pt.4 ~ Pt.5 (coming soon)
