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Yeah lol I was (am? Idk) the author of SLAOS. Left that account for personal reasons but remember it all fondly. Glad to know my fics are still haunting people mildly 😂
THATS SO WILD !!! Omg I hope things are going good for you now !! ^-^
#ask#yeah i think slaos like rearranged my brain chemistry LMAOOOOO#im learning that the ven diagram of past lance enjoyers and normal oak fans may be closer to a circle than expected
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SKDFJFDHG HOLY SHIT
Hi sorry I didn’t see this sooner!! I’ve been at con all weekend and it’s been kicking my ass so I haven’t even had time to open my computer since like...friday morning.
That said like. I’m trying so hard not to type in all caps right now I’m Screaming. This is?? So Pretty?? I love it so much!!! Literally the first thing I did when I saw this was grab it and send a copy to my friend screeching “look at this” in caps, I was so excited. I’ve literally always wanted fanart for one of my fics with the “it changes when it clicks” style, and honestly I can’t think of anything it could be better applied to than Lance and Loraine.
Just like. Thank you. So much. This is so fucking cool.
#submission#SLAOS fanart#fanart#slaos Lance#Loraine McClain#ALSO UR ART STYLE IS THE FUCKING BOMB#LIKE THE WAY U DRAW HAIR?? SHIT MAN I LOVE IT SO MUCH
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Canon divergent au where Lance gets One for All quirk or something equivalent aka au where Lance just chugs bone breaking juice and goes feral aka "Lance please sit down, you don't have to pick all the battles, just please please sit down, you are going to make Shiro cry" au
Considering Lance and Deku share the same self-destructive tendencies for their friends' sake... this AU would be fire LMAO.
To the same degree as my feral!Lance AU, half a season of the show would be OFA!Lance absolutely obliterating everyone in his path and the next 7 seasons would be half the paladins trying to find a way to yoink his quirk, and the other half trying to get him into therapy so he'd stop being so self destructive
#AYYY ANON I LOVE THIS AU#it slaos#NEW AU TAG#OFA!lance au#I love it#10/10 anon tysm for sending this ask ily#ask#anon#vld
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“Those hot summer months are good and simple.”
Spilling Like an Overflowing Sink by @pastel-clark
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#slaos#aesthetics#voltron#OKAY#DO YOU KNOW#HOW HARD IT IS#TO FIND EVEN A HALFWAY DECENT MOTORBIKE PICTURE#HOVERBIKES DON'T FUCKING EXIST DUDE I FOUND NOTHING#so you're just gonna have to accept this mediocre scooter instead#look it has stripes#anyway#summer hunk/lance/loraine is honestly one of my absolute favorite parts of the entire story#i love thinking about it#and i get sad when i think about the fact that it'll never happen again#i'm such a nostalgic bitch#me: sees a picture with silhouettes that resemble hunk lance and loraine#me: *lets out a bloodcurdling screech*
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12 and 20 for each McClain sister (including Mavis and Slaos Lance cuz I'm thirsty)
OC Ask Meme: Describe Your OC
You are thirsty damn.
I got into some weird speculative-canon territory with some of these so just bear with me tbh.
Marcie:
12: their romantic life
Marcie is probably the only sister who had an extensive/well-rounded love life at any point in her history, to be honest. She’s a romantic at heart, and very people-oriented, so on some level she definitely values at least the concept of a partner (though in reality she’s probably not prioritized the finding of one extensively, she’s a very passive “if it happens it happens” person).
Especially when she was figuring out her sexuality, Marcie probs had several girlfriends during/after high school. Nothing too serious or long term. Eventually, as she got older and felt she had more responsibilities in life both to her work and her family, she dated less. It’s definitely still a fantasy for her, but Marcie would need someone who’s capable of respecting the duties she sees herself having to her family, and someone who can ingratiate themself too and integrate well with her siblings/cousins. Otherwise it’s a no go.
20: their reaction to a mystery love letter
Oh she’d be over the moon. Marcie is the exact kind of romantic who’d see this as the height of affection, especially if it was lengthy in prose and done on fancy paper or something. Handwritten would appeal to her over a typed letter.
Marcie was definitely an (accidental) heart breaker in high school, so she probably got a few to be honest. Karen probably helped her suss out which ones were men so that they could go in the trash so that she could offer them a polite refusal (while Karen made a murder face at them over her shoulder).
Karen:
12: their romantic life
If I remember correctly, Karen is the only McClain sister I didn’t expressly label as queer on some level or another (mostly because I never put significant thought into her sexuality tbh), but in truth...? She’s such a goal-focused person she doesn’t really have the time to date. Her first love is her sport of choice and doing things. She’s such an active and energetic person that unless she found someone willing to balance their schedule with hers in that regard, it probably wouldn’t work out.
She probably went on a few dates here and there in high school and college before eventually just...forgetting dating was a thing she was “supposed” to do. She’d rather be bettering herself than wasting time making small talk at coffee shops.
20: their reaction to a mystery love letter
She’d be somewhat touched, but if she found it too florid/poetic it’d probably make her uncomfortable, and if the letter-writer never approached her she’d probably throw it away. She believes if you want something you need to go and get it, and that extends to people. She wouldn’t have much admiration for someone who pines at a distance.
Igraine:
12: their romantic life
I actually straight up had an outline for Igraine to have a love interest in SLAOS -- a translator she met in the military -- and ended up pulling it for time due to a whole host of other shit I needed to cover in Lance’s early teenage years. So there you go I guess.
20: their reaction to a mystery love letter
Extreme disbelief, a period of conviction that this must be for one of her sisters and got left for her by mistake, followed by an extensive manhunt for the letter-writer with a reluctant Lucas roped in to assist.
If she couldn’t find the letter-writer, she’d probably be disappointed to be honest. What good is an admirer if you can’t chase after them?
Evie:
12: their romantic life
You mean Evie? The aro/ace queen lol? I don’t think she’s ever had much of one. She probably went on one date to a school dance or something, recognized how distinctly uncomfortable it made her, did some research, and came to her “ah. am aro” conclusion pretty quickly.
I doubt she experienced much disappointment in that conclusion, honestly. Their mother hardly put pressure on them to find romantic partners, and between the fact that (most of) her sisters didn’t date much, and she mostly hung around Mavis in her early high school years, who considered sexuality and relationships one part a joke and one part a manipulation tactic, she was hardly in a situation where she was the Odd One Out.
20: their reaction to a mystery love letter
She’d be flattered, even if she clearly didn’t/couldn’t reciprocate. She’d probably seek the person out or write them a note in return expressing her appreciation of their compliments, but that she wasn’t interested in a romantic partner, period.
Loraine:
12: their romantic life
Loraine has elements of Marcie’s romantic personality, but given she’s demiromantic and mostly hung around Lance & Hunk, Mavis, or her sisters, she didn’t really have extensive opportunities to meet anyone she might develop an attraction to. I don’t think she ever sought the opportunity out, either. She appreciated the idea but she ultimately was significantly career/goal focused, as well as family-oriented. Romantic partners just weren’t a priority.
20: their reaction to a mystery love letter
A weird mix of flattery and discomfort. Someone saying nice things about her is always Good, but she’d feel awkward and bad about turning them down, while also more uncomfortable about the idea of trying to reciprocate. She’d have probably panicked in the face of one until Mavis contacted the person in question and told them to fuck off.
Lance:
12: their romantic life
Uhhh I can straight up answer this in terms of canon, tbh -- 1. a fleeting affection that couldn’t work out. 2. a relationship with the capability to be incredibly healthy but complicated by the situation surrounding it (namely...Lance’s dealing w/a lot of external shit). And 3. the thing I’ve committed to endgame the story with, for better or for worse.
20: their reaction to a mystery love letter
Much like Loraine, he’d probably be both flattered and slightly uncomfortable, most especially because of his weird situation. As “a boy” he’d probably feel much more obligated to return the sentiment, even if he didn’t necessarily feel the same way and just told himself he should. Lance likes people, he likes the idea of a relationship, and he wouldn’t want to hurt someone else’s feelings if he can help it. Which can make something...awkward, for him.
Mavis:
12: their romantic life
Fucking terrible. Mavis’s natural reaction to romantic interest in her is suspicion/an expectation someone has ulterior motives, which makes things harder for her. It doesn’t help she also doesn’t have a good understanding of what’s healthy for her, or comfortably asserting her boundaries if she feels she owes/needs someone. Hence: Jeff.
20: their reaction to a mystery love letter
Laughter, and then unceremoniously throwing it away. She’d feel a little bit bad about it afterward, but she’d never admit to it.
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Imagine an au where alchemy is there on Voltron Earth and Lance did the Thing™ when he was young (maybe to bring Loraine back?? :3c). He got an automail, gave up on alchemy (tried to) and pursued being a space pilot and than next is what happened in the show.... Imagine him feeling like 7th wheel but also feeling reluctant to use alchemy cause it killed Loraine again but also geeking over new material and it's science cause he still an alchemist by heart
Lance tells people he lost his arm in an accident.
Climbing accident. Childhood accident.
(It’s only partial truth. But Lance rejected the concept of truth as a kindness or something to value a long time ago. Truth is not his friend– Truth is honest, and honesty is rarely a kind or merciful thing.)
It’s fine, really, he tells them. He barely remembers it, between the pain and his age and the meds afterward. And he got a cool automail arm out of it that’s twice as strong and sturdy. Not as neat as Shiro’s but… not bad.
(”I killed my sister.” The truth claws at his throat on sleepless nights, compelling him to discard his dollface and reveal the monster, the sinner, beneath. “And then I killed her again.”)
Lance comes from a family of alchemists– Not by profession or trade, but by natural ability and luck. His mother can fix holes in the roof with a piece of chalk and ten minutes grace. His grandfather can coax stones into little statues at the drop of a hat, for the amusement of the children of the house. His cousin can make sparks fly like fireworks every time she snaps her fingers together, thanks to the little stick-and-poke array tattoo on her palm she got in tenth grade, much to her parents’ woe.
Oh no, not him, he responds when they ask. Never him. Alchemy seemed boring as a child. He was much more interested in soccer and t.v. and mud.
(Loraine was the best of all of them. She drew clumsy arrays onto her wrists and arms with permanent marker, and then refined, delicate ones as she got older. She could change stone and wrap metal. Freeze water with a touch and then bring it to the boil seconds later. A genius. She taught him everything he could ever want to know, decorating him with arrays when he was a toddler until their mother screamed at her to go wash him before he hurt himself accidentally transmuting something.)
People always accepted–do accept– this as truth. It’s just Lance, after all. Clumsy, bumbling Lance, who can’t keep his head on straight for more than two minutes. The idea of him applying himself to the concentrated, methodical work of alchemy training as a young child is such a laughable idea, he almost tricks himself into thinking the same.
It’s a pretty lie, all tied up in ribbon and paper. Merciful to them, but mostly to himself.
(He was taught what sins of alchemy are unforgivable before he could even fully understand them, lectured to him and his sister in their Grandmother’s croaking voice on cold winter nights. Not a pretty lesson to hear, to have drilled into your head over and over, but a necessary one.
…He never was very good at listening, anyways.)
Pidge is the only one on the team who can perform any alchemy. Mostly small transmutations, to fix broken equipment or repair frayed wires. Whenever she huffs and complains about wishing she’d read more books on the subject, how useful it would be out here, in the war, Hunk looks to Lance, and then bites his tongue. He may disapprove, but he’ll keep Lance’s secret until the day he dies, and for that much Lance is thankful.
(It took him two years after she died to figure out how, to stash the materials in the back shed under a tarp and learn to draw the circle. The risk inherent was assumed, and he was willing. Lance was thirteen and reckless and world-weary. His mother needed her baby back, his sisters their littlest member, his cousin her best friend. And he needed Loraine’s smile, one last time. If it killed him, it was a gladly given price.)
Sometimes it’s more than tempting, when they get divvied up into groups for missions and no one knows quite what to do with Lance. Good sniper, fast talker. Slow on the upkeep, mediocre pilot, too noisy, too silly. Fucking terrible at close combat.
These are truths, he doesn’t deny them.
But occasionally he can’t help himself, and forces old Galran ship construction texts through the translator, memorizes the elements both familiar and foreign, and does what he was born to do. Equivalent exchange and transmutation circles, and all the possibilities, stored away in the mental vault of things he’ll never let loose.
They’ll call for him when he falls behind on missions, and he’ll tear his eyes away from ship walls and chase after. He knows he can tear the place apart from the inside out with only a few presses of his hands, but he won’t. He can never go back, and this is the closest thing he has to atonement for his crimes.
(It seems almost fitting, that Truth would take his left arm.
He’s no idiot, he knows it’s the hand that let go first, that let them fall and caused her death to begin with. The fact that it’s the price he paid to bring her back–to kill her all over again–is justified irony.
Lance was prepared to give both body and soul for her. Instead, he lost what ruined him to begin with, in exchange for a long-haired, dead eyed creature of sour breath and creaking limbs, with none of his sister’s warmth or life.
They didn’t even bury it. Lance had stood in his oversized shirt, empty sleeve flapping in the wind, as Mavis burned the monster he had made of the person they both loved the most. Her lips were tight and she wouldn’t look at him, and he knew truth in shame.)
“What are you?” They ask him now and again, on those far away, newly liberated alien planets, and he shrugs.
Something the Truth swallowed whole, chewed up, and spat out again, half-dead and very much broken. Even that didn’t want to keep me.
“Just a leftover.” He says, and that is not quite a lie, either.
(No Truth is not a kind master. It rules from high above, and breaks the backs of anyone who dares to claim it as their own.
Lance has seen Truth, and he knows what it is– The Truth is, he should have died when he was eleven, and he let his sister die in his place.)
The real lie is saying he survived. There was never anything left, after that.
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THE TOLL IS PAID
Lance comes to in a sharp movement, gasping as he snaps awake and is immediately assaulted by pain, a roaring headache pounding underneath his skull and his left leg burning as if on fire. He shifts, blearily looking out at the displaced rock around him, before the fall comes back to him and his eyes widen, scrambling to get himself up.
As he turns and pushes himself up slightly on his hands, wincing at the searing pain from his leg, Lance realizes it’s not rock he’s resting on, but a chest, clad in a familiar sky blue shirt he remembers Loraine wearing.
Loraine. She must have been what grabbed him when they were falling. She saved him.
He chokes out a pained laugh, glancing up at the edge of his sister’s face resting against the rock ground, a mess of displaced dark hair covering the rest of it. “L-Loraine. Loraine! Wake up, we made it!”
We made it, we’re alive, thrums in his chest, heart racing. Lance is pretty sure it’s not supposed to be beating that fast, but he’ll take fast over not beating at all any day.
He blinks when Loraine doesn’t respond, shifting a hand to gently shake her shoulder. “Loraine?”
Nothing.
“Loraine?! C’mon, this isn’t funny! You’re scaring me!” She stays silent, and Lance scrambles up, pushing himself up on one hand so her can reach out and push Loraine’s hair away from her face.
She stirs as his fingers brush her temple, blinking open wide blue eyes that are wobbly and unsteady but there, and looks to him, squinting. “…Lance?”
He makes a noise, half oh-so-relieved laugh and half sob, and throws himself forward to bury his face in her shoulder, even as she grunts in pain. She hesitates for a moment, and then her arms slowly lift to wrap around him, rubbing soothing circles down his back.
His leg aches like nothing he’s ever felt, everything feels wobbly, and he almost definitely has a concussion, but Lance can’t find it in himself to care. Now, in this moment, Loraine is still here, and that’s all that matters.
That’s all that ever will matter, to him.
#there u go guys the universe where she survives#that's a super old drawing tbh but i had to use it up#the SLAOS AUs#slaos Lance#Loraine McClain#SLAOS talk#this night has...taken a weird turn...#asks#anonymous#questions for Nik
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22 for the character development with lancy-loo?
22. How do people respond to them, and why might these responses differ?
I’m gonna assume the choice of Lancie-Loo means pre-fall on the SLAOS timeline so--
Either really positive or really negative responses, Lance can’t quite seem to get a neutral response sldkfjg.
Realistically, multiple factors contributed to someone liking or disliking pre-fall slaos Lance/”Lancie-Loo”. This Lance’s gender expression certainly contributed, especially when dealing with your inevitable assholes, and that mixed with his above average intelligence meant he generally got along better with people older than him than his technical peers. Adults or children a few years older were simply more intellectually easier for him to interact with, even if emotionally he was still much like the children closer to his own age.
Lance’s intellect and his rather “take me as I am” personality as a young child led a lot of his peers to dislike him, especially out of lack of understanding or envy, but it also meant that those who decided they liked him were quite firm in that decision (see: Hunk). Lance is the kind of person who attracts people that are going to stick by him--not many fleeting friends, but firm long-term ones--and he is especially like that as a child, before he develops the skills (born out of necessity) to get along with more acquaintances. That said, a lot of what attracts people to Lance is consistent both pre and past fall (for example, if Lance and Ritzie had met pre-fall, they still would have gotten along swimmingly. They’re just like that.).
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So eleven year old Lance and Mavis is cute and all, but talk sixteen year old Lance and mavis to me.
Hoooo boy... Honestly idk how much I can without spoilers?
There’s a lot that goes down when Lance is 14-ish that severely impacts their relationship. It brings to light a lot of new issues for Lance and exposes some stuff Mavis hasn’t been ready to deal with out loud for a long time--because, let’s be honest, she’s not even really comfortable talking to Lance about Loraine alone right now. They care a lot about each other, and having each other as a support system helps them immensely, but they’re also mutually fucking terrible about actually talking about their respective grief and traumas, both from Loraine’s death and other things.
On some level, they’re similar at 16 & 29 to how they are at 11-12 & 24-25 in that they’re close and find a lot of comfort in each other’s presence, but there’s also a sense of peer-ness in Lance being older that isn’t there when he’s a child. Mavis still protects and looks out for him like an older sibling/cousin/very very very bad parental figure, but she also probs feels she can talk more honestly to him as a teenager than she can to him as a child.
It’s also a time when Lance is already in the Garrison--since he’s a year ahead in SLAOS his time in the Garrison is from 15-17 rather than 16-18--so while they’re still in communication, seeing each other in person is also a lot less viable.
Basically, they’ve got a lot to deal with before they confront the complexities of their kind of patchwork relationship that’s formed out of Loraine’s death, but they’ll get there. Sort of.
They’re still undeniably close when Lance goes to the Garrison, and Mavis will be one of the people most impacted by his disappearance--especially due in part to the weird mix of where Loraine ends and where Lance begins in her mind that she still hasn’t fully sorted out.
And, while he leaves behind a lot of people he worries for, Mavis is one of the foremost in Lance’s mind while as a part of Voltron. Not having her there as his “one call away saving grace” is... really difficult for him.
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Would SLAOS Lance have ever considered donating his hair as a kid or no?
Oh yeah, definitely! I think most kids with long hair consider and/or do it at least once in their lives (I did it when I cut my hair short for the first time, my sister’s done it twice), and given Lance’s personal situation w/his mom I think he’d feel particularly compelled to at least think very hard about doing it.
If you want, there’s probably room there to headcanon him doing that (maybe with Loraine) when his mother got sick. It’d have grown back to his waist/hips from a bob in three years so... Yeah.
Tbh I’m pretty sure that’s what Mavis did with her hair when she cut it off after moving to New York. So we’ve got at least one family member who did it.
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#Don't ask me if this is Lance or Loraine because I'm... Really not sure#my art#Loraine McClain#SLAOS Lance#tagging both bc aGAIN I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHICH IT IS??#FUCK
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Where does Lance's mind go when he is alone? What does he think about?
Uhhhhhh
Oh boy.
I won’t lie my initial response here was just kinda “what do u mean we know where his mind goes SLAOS is literally 40k from his POV” sdjfhgdskjfghjfhg
Loads of different stuff, probably? Like any person. Obviously, he thinks a lot about Loraine, both before and after her death... And about his family in general?
Honestly, to me Lance is the kind of person who panics and overthinks a lot, but is really good at tamping it down from the public eye (another fucking thing he has in common with Mavis and some of his sisters tbh). So I imagine when he’s alone, a lot of those doubts can resurface at odd times. He’d worry about his relationships, his future, what bad things might happen to him/his family, etc.
But... He’s also a kid. He probably thinks of dumb shit by himself too. He probably wonders what zombies would be like and listens to bad music and draws aliens he makes up stories for.
Though I do know for a fact... Once he’s up in Voltron, he thinks a lot about his family. Especially Loraine and Mavis. He finds Loraine’s memory haunts him even more up there, I think, and he misses Mavis intensely since she’s normally the one there to combat that. He has a lot of “what would Mavis/Ritzie/other relative say to me right now” moments alone when he’s trying to figure stuff out.
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did i hear slaos au requests? >:3 au where Loraine doesn't die BUT she can't break the fall for Lance as well and they both end up with shattered bones, internal damage, etc that can't be healed completely... how would they live out their lives w/physical disabilities? would they still dream of the Garrison?
Oh boy…
I don’t feel comfortable talking about sustained long-term physical disabilities, given I’m able-bodied, the worst permanent injury I’ve ever received is the damage I’ve done to my knees & ankles from gymnastics (which is both on me for making that choice to continue to compete and something that doesn’t affect me outside of athletics), and don’t have much even second-hand personal experience with physical disabilities outside of talking with friends who do.
But… Injury and immediate aftermath? I can do that at least.
They’re brought to the hospital on twin gurneys, sent down long white halls as doctors call orders and nurses bustle away a large, desperate family of shaking hands and unnaturally pale faces, pressing them into waiting rooms in a frightened huddle and promising them news as soon as possible. It’s a long night of cold and undeniably shitty coffee passed around and nervous, one-sided conversations meant to distract and soothe, fading to whispered voices when Josie, not even three, dozes off as evening falls in her mother’s lap, and Hunk, twelve and trembling and so, so afraid for his two best friends in the entire world, eventually passes out due to pure exhaustion.
In a small, messy apartment in New York, a phone rings four times into the still nighttime air before a bleary voice answers down the line, and a big brother tells his little sister the news of her two baby cousins. Once he hangs up, she stumbles into her kitchen, bare feet tripping over piles of music books, pours herself a rather generous glass of wine, and does something she hasn’t done in years– Pray.
Lance wakes up first, in the early hours of the morning, falling somewhere between groggily blinking awake and letting out half-hearted screams as everything comes rushing back. He asks first for Loraine, and second for his mother.
He’s jittery, struggling in his bed as best he can, until they reassure him his sister is still alive, thank God, still alive, just not awake yet, and like a switch all the fight drains out of him. Miserable and terrified and far from ok, but satisfied for now at least in the knowledge that Loraine is still here with him.
They’re told two visitors at a time for now not to overwhelm him, and his mother and Marcie sweep in at once– Parent and parent-surrogate formed out of situation and chance, there to guard the youngest of their family flock.
When Loraine wakes, it’s with a screech for her brother, panicked and refusing attention until they reluctantly wheel her bed into the spare spot in his room, and she lays eyes on his half-awake face that brightens visibly in joy as he finally sees her again, after hours of blank reassurances and excuses.
They don’t talk about what happened, about the thick bandages and casts and the whispers the doctors relay to their mother about recovery times and psychological effects. Instead, once their audience fades out and the room is empty, they reach out with their closest arms, miraculously still working just fine, and link fingers, savoring the warmth of touch.
They are here, they are alive, and they have each other even now.
And, despite everything, that is enough.
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What would growing up for Lance had been like if it had been Keith who had moved in next door instead of Hunk?
Y’all really have fun with these, don’t you…?
(That’s alright, I do too.)
Hmmm… Let’s see…
Lance without Hunk as a child, but plus one Keith?
…
This Lance doesn’t watch a bumbling family comprised of one firecracker old woman, one young boy, and one rather large and overly-friendly dog move in as he sits on his roof– Instead, he and Loraine sit and squint and murmur suspiciously when a lone child with untamed hair and pale skin shows up at their neighbor’s door.
“It’s just a foster kid.” Lucas tells them in a tired voice, and ushers them away from the window. “Leave him be.”
“Since when are the Hills foster parents?” Loraine asks, and Lance grabs the hem of her sweater sleeve, clinging and tugging and chattering with a million questions about what are foster parents, what is a foster kid, why is his hair so ugly, does he not know what hair conditioner is, Loraine?
This Lance doesn’t swing down from branches and proudly introduce himself when he spots this same child at the park for the first time, but then again, the boy doesn’t approach him either. Rather, it’s a long-held staring match across yards of grass, the child with the odd hair staring up and Lance staring down, knees hooked over a branch and thin arms and long hair dangling, before the boy turns to the woman with him with wide eyes.
“There’s a girl in the tree.”
“That’s not a girl.” She tells him, snappy and rushed– Because Mrs. Hill has never seemed to think kindly of their family, especially Lance. “Stay away from that boy, Keith.”
Keith.
This Lance commits that name to memory, chews it over, lets it sit heavy in his thoughts.
“Do I look like a girl?” He asks Loraine as they walk home that evening, and she looks at him in confusion, lectures him patiently on how he can look however he chooses, and no one gets to label him but himself.
He nods along dutifully. It doesn’t really matter to him either way, really, whether people mistake him for a girl or a boy. It’s all the same.
(Though apparently not, to people like Mrs. Hill. To people like the teachers at school who turn their nose up and tut fretfully. To this boy, Keith.)
This Lance sits in the back left corner of his classroom that year, and watches Keith in his spot in the opposite one. When they catch eyes, Lance waves, and Keith blinks and turns away, every time. Repetition, consistency.
It takes four months before Keith says a word to him.
“Why do you dress like that?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” Lance answers.
“Mrs. Hill says–”
“Your mom?”
“…That’s not my mom.”
This Lance befriends Keith over awkward, bumbling conversations in the short walk from class when it lets out to the parking lot where Loraine waits with dedication to retrieve him every afternoon. This Lance finds an odd kind of solidarity in this odd-edged child who does not, cannot understand him, but is not any more like anyone else than Lance is.
This Lance coaxes Keith into his house one afternoon when both the Hills are away, and watches in delighted amusement as a pale, wide-eyed Keith is subjected to Marcie and his aunts fussing over him and plying him with food.
Keith does not ask about Lance’s mother, about where she might be, and Lance does not bring it up.
This Lance does not grow up with a best friend who he knows intuitively, who shares his bed and his books and his thoughts on long winter nights, and his ice cream and his laughter on warm summer afternoons, but he does grow up with a friend– One whom he likes, and wants so desperately to understand.
This Lance, when Loraine dies, sits only with his sisters in the hospital bed. This Lance cuts his hair and buries his clothes and applies to Greenwood on his own. This Lance doesn’t have a right hand man, a partner in crime, but he refuses to let himself need one.
“What have you done?” Keith asks the first night he sees Lance after the accident, snuck out from his own house and shuffling nervously, cautiously on Lance’s porch as they talk.
“I grew up.” Lance tells him.
#hi#if it's not obvious i could have written an essay on this version of lance's childhood so let's cut it here yeah?#slaos talk#slaos lance#slaos keith#anonymous#asks#questions for Nik#the slaos aus#my writing
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What would growing up have been like for Lance is Loraine had never been born?
Mmmmm…. Lance without Loraine ever?
….Different.
This Lance would have grown up in steeping silences, awkwardly, anxiously waiting for the youngest of the girls to come home from high school, so that he might sit quietly with them a bit.
This Lance would have loved the stars, for no particular reason, but would have had no hand to guide him to the park at night and no telescope to look through. This Lance would have read everything he could get his hands on, because he never found one thing to ascribe to with a passion.
This Lance would have grown up sharing his room with Karen and Mavis, the closest thing he had to confidants. Would have gravitated towards his odd cousin with long, straight-edged hair, who was always oddly disjointed and falling apart at the seams for no particular reason. Incomplete feeling, much like Lance himself.
This Lance would have loved dresses, regardless, and the first time he came home with bruises from the other kids at school, who teased and taunted him, Mavis would sigh, wipe his tears with brisk but not unkind hands, and say “Of course.” Karen would offer him two solutions– Learn to blend in, or learn to fight back. Lance would take both to heart, for both present and future reference.
This Lance would be brilliant and all over the place, still smart enough to jump a grade, maybe even two, but held from it over concerns of behavioral issues and underdeveloped socialization. His oldest sister would still march into the school office to fight on his behalf, and he would hang unsurely at her heels.
Homeschooling would be discussed, for a while. It would never come to be.
This Lance, clever and quick, would shuffle unsurely when he wanted help with his homework, until Evie notices and let him crawl into her lap with his algebra textbook.
When Hunk would show up, moving into a house down the street, Lance would not spy loudly from his rooftop, apple cores littering the grass below, but would instead stare out his window and wonder.
This Lance, when he struggled to make friends, would sit quietly in the corner with whatever stuffed animal he smuggled into his backpack that day, and look out the window.
Sometimes, he would talk to the toys, whenever no one else was around to listen. Which, despite being in a house full of people, wasn’t infrequent.
Reactive Attachment Disorder, doctors and school therapists would whisper, and Karen, Lance’s favorite sister, would snort.
“Lance doesn’t lack the ability to form normal family relationships. He just cares too much, it’s who he is.”
This Lance, when an earthquake shook his home when he was eleven, sat huddled on his bed, wishing Mavis, who had still run away regardless, was there.
This Lance would find his Garrison application papers through a teacher at his public school, who took pity on the shy, smart boy who sat in the back left corner, and thought he might do well at a place meant for unusual people to begin with.
This Lance grew up loved, but undeniably lonely.
#jesus fuck#that one really got away from me#w h o o p s#slaos talk#slaos lance#anonymous#asks#questions for Nik#the slaos aus#my writing
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If Lance's dad had not died 1. How would he have influenced Lance's personality (since anons seem to be getting a kick out of that recently) and 2. How would he feel about Lance's choice of style?
uhhhhhh
fuck.
(Ok ironically, this ask came in just as I was working on a possible Lance & Marcie scene for the next chapter where they talk about their father I’m laughing y’all have great timing.)
Honestly ummm… I think their relationship would have been complicated? Sorry, it’s been a long day and I don’t have the energy for a fic-style answer right now, especially since most of my thoughts on Lance’s dad have been for that scene in the fic, but I don’t want to leave this rotting in my inbox too long either.
But yeah, complicated. Lance’s father isn’t a character who gets much attention in SLAOS, but I definitely see him as in that fine line between not necessarily being a good parent, but not an inherently bad person either.
He’s… I think he would have loved Lance, regardless, but I don’t believe he would have understood him. One thing that is very decisive in Dad McClain’s character is that, after five daughters, he always wanted a son, and I think having a son who wasn’t… really a son… would have been something difficult for him to accept? He’d have never wanted Lance to feel unloved, but, well… I think once Lance started coming into his own their relationship wouldn’t have been the closest, either.
In some ways, that would have been standard. Marcie and Karen, and to some extent Igraine, had much closer relationships with their father than, say, Evie and Loraine did. The only difference is that I think, initially, Lance’s dad would have paid extra attention to him in his excitement in having a son.
So yeah… In terms of Lance’s personality, I don’t know if there would have been great changes? I think his dynamic with his parents, both mother and father, would have been different, but it’s not like Lance didn’t have access to male ‘role model’ figures in his house without his dad, he just… preferred being around the women of the house.
#sorry i had this sitting in my inbox but then i was distracted dealing with that prick from earlier#SLAOS talk#Dad McClain#slaos Lance#Anonymous#asks#questions for Nik
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