#vild

faith.

With a growing arts and culture scene, Rochester, Minnesota is making more of a name for itself than just medicine. Nowadays there are more and more up-and-coming artists emerging out of Rochester and growing an audience that extends past city boundaries.

This is part of a series of Voltron college au one shots (see ‘A Magician Never Reveals’ and ‘Sleep...Isn’t For the Weak’). I’ve been working alongside @allorana and @quietdeerfan on the Voltron college au for quite some time. For clarification, in this au, Shiro and Allura are engaged (@allorana’s headcannon), but there are no ships between the rest of the Voltron gang. This is a platonic fic (except Shallura). Please do not tag with other ship tags!  

Shiro turned around when he heard his apartment door open and close. A dripping Lance stood there, his brown hair plastered to his face. For some reason, his customary jacket was in his arms instead of actually on his body, leaving him in only his blue and white shirt, the white of the shirt practically see through.

“Lance! You’re dripping wet, why aren’t you wearing your jacket?” Allura said, half accusing, half laughing.

Lance shot them a rather awkward version of his brilliant grin. “I, uh, was hot and I…wanted to fully experience the rain?”

Which would have been an acceptable reason, with Lance being Lance, except the fact that Lance didn’t sound totally convinced.

“You’re lying,” Pidge and Keith said in unison. Pidge hadn’t bothered to look up from her laptop but Keith was watching Lance, apparently wanting to see if Lance would get into trouble for something from unofficial mom Allura and unofficial dad Shiro.  

The jacket in Lance’s hands started moving around, and was that…meowing coming from it?

Yep, the kid was definitely hiding something.

“Lance…” said Shiro, folding his arms.

Lance wilted a little. He dropped to his knees and unwrapped his jacket to reveal a skinny black and white cat, drenched from the rain.

Everyone jumped or screeched a little.

“LANCE!”

“Why the heck do you have a CAT?”

“Why did you bring it in the apartment? NO PETS.”

Lance pulled the cat into his lap, and hugged it protectively. “Guys, it’s the stray that has been wandering around campus for like a month, and it was sitting out in the rain and he looked so miserable that I just had to rescue him, I mean, how do you say no to these eyes?”

The cat, who seemed rather calm for someone who had just been kidnapped by a crazy college kid and wrapped in a wet jacket, stared at the group with large yellow eyes.

“I could.” said Keith.

“WELL YOU CLEARLY HAVE NO SOUL KEITH.”

“Lance,” Shiro tried to remain calm. “The cat might have an owner. And even if it is a stray, you can’t keep it in an apartment, and especially not MY apartment. The landlord doesn’t even allow fish for pets.” He couldn’t believe he was having this discussion with a twenty one year old man.

“Blue doesn’t HAVE an owner,” Lance insisted. “And even if he did, that person is a SORRY EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING if he leaves his cat alone in the RAIN.”

“Wait, Blue?” Shiro asked. “You named it?”

“Why Blue?” Pidge asked, peeking over the couch. “Why not Yellow, or Black, or White even?”

“Blue’s my favorite color.” Lance said simply, petting the cat. “We have to let him stay!”

“Not adopting a cat, Lance.” Shiro said firmly. Allura nodded.

“Well, I’ll just bring Blue to my apar-“

Hunk was violently shaking his head. “No, Lance. Uh uh. You know our contract strictly says no pets allowed, and I am NOT getting thrown out of our apartment for a cat.”

“We’ll hide him!”

“Cleaning checks are TOMORROW, Lance. How would we even hide a cat? No, no, no.”

“Look at how cute he is, you wouldn’t let an innocent cat go out into the rain, would you?” Lance lifted the cat up like he was trying to Raffki it, while giving the most innocent, pleading expression he could with eyes that were the color of the cat’s name.

Hunk looked at the cat, and Shiro could tell that he was starting to weaken, just a little. “The cat is cute…”

“NO.” Shiro said, loudly. “None of you are adopting a cat. And even if your apartment did let you, animals cost a ton of money to take care of, and…for heaven’s sake, you’re a college student, Lance! Why do I even have to explain this?”

Lance cuddled Blue still closer. The cat seemed remarkably tame for a stray, appearing very comfortable in Lance’s arms. He was even beginning to knead his paws into Lance’s shirt.

“You sure it’s a stray?” Pidge asked, adjusting her glasses. “He’s acting remarkably docile for a feral cat.”

“YES.” Lance said defensively. “I asked around to see if anyone knew who Blue belonged to. Everyone I talked to said that they’d seen him just wandering around both day AND night, so he’s not going home to anyone. And look how skinny he is!”

“Look, we can drive Blue out to a shelter.” Allura said reasonably. “That way if he has an owner, the owner can come pick him up. If he doesn’t, well, he’ll have a safe place to stay and might even get adopted.”

Shiro breathed a sigh of relief, immensely grateful to his fiancé for coming up with a practical solution.

“A SHELTER?” Lance practically screeched, momentarily startling the cat in his lap. “No way! What if Blue doesn’t get adopted? They’ll put him to sleep!”

“Lance-“

“I’ll-I’ll claim him as an emotional support animal! Or-pretend to be blind and he’ll be my guide cat!”

“That’s-“

“I’m not letting anything happen to Blue! He trusts me!”

Shiro was torn between wanting to smack Lance upside the head and wanting to give him a hug.

Blue was kneading into Lance’s chest, a deep rumbling purr sounding from him. Apparently the cat had a great liking for Lance. And Lance, for some bizarre reason, had apparently fallen completely in love with this cat.

“You can’t keep a cat, Lance.” Keith insisted.

“I’m not talking to you, cat hater.”

 The next day, two cat dishes, a bag of cat food, a small litter box, and several cat toys were all sitting in Shiro’s apartment. After Hunk, Keith, Pidge and Allura had flat out refused to harbor Blue in any of their apartments, Shiro had eventually agreed to let Blue stay ONE night, but had refused to return to the apartment after his classes that day, saying he wouldn’t return until Blue had a home elsewhere.  

Keith, Lance, Pidge and Matt were the only ones in Shiro and Matt’s apartment. Allura was at her TA job, Hunk was frantically cleaning his and Lance’s apartment for the cleaning check, and Shiro was apparently hiding at the library. 

Lance dangled a toy mouse for Blue, giggling like a six year old as Blue batted at it.

Matt walked back into the living room, holding a cell phone and fidgeting with the large glasses that were identical to Pidge’s. “Another dead end. Mom and Dad say they can’t take him, not to mention Pidge.” Matt shot a look at Pidge.  

“Bruno would eat him alive.” Pidge said, buried in her laptop again.

Lance pulled Blue into his lap, holding him close. Instead of crawling away, the cat stayed in his arms, blinking slowly and appearing to enjoy the attention. The joyous expression slowly disappeared from Lance’s face.“We can’t hide him here forever, and Hunk is going to make me live in the street if I try to bring him to my apartment. Nobody I’ve talked to can take him.”

“Take the cat to the shelter already,” groaned Keith. “They’ll be some family that would love to take it, Lance, it’ll be fine. You can’t keep it.”

“JUST BECAUSE-wait…family...Yes! Maybe there is a way I can keep Blue!”

“What?”

 Lance ignored the question. After carefully lifting Blue off,  he ran to his backpack in the corner, and pulled out his laptop. He sat on the couch, staring at his laptop. “YES! They’re online!”

Lance turned to look at Blue. “Ok Blue, listen to me. This is going to be the performance of your life. Think cute, and adorable, and loving, okay? If this works, you’ve got a home.”

The sound of a Skype dialing call sounded through the room, and Pidge and Matt looked over, intent of listening into the conversation.

“Hello, mihijo! How are you?” Lance’s mom said.

There was a flurry of other voices, some asking in English how school was going, etc., while a few asked presumably the same questions in Spanish. 

(Don’t want to try to write this conversation in Spanish, so the conversation takes place in English) 

“I’m good! Hey, is everyone there! Sweet. I uh, have a question. You guys still coming to visit me in a couple days?”

“Yes, of course!” Lance’s mom said.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” Lance’s dad said.

“How would you feel about having someone to take home with you?”

“What do you mean?” Lance’s mom sounded confused.

Lance bent down and picked Blue off the floor, and placed him in his lap. “This is Blue.”

A lot of “Awwws,” sounding rather like Lance’s younger siblings, came from the screen. Lance launched into an explanation. “He’s a stray that wanders around campus, and he’s been really hungry and cold and alone-“

“Lance! For goodness sake! NO!”

“He’s so cute, look!”

As if following Lance’s earlier instructions, Blue laid curled up in his lap, his eyes looking huge, piercing, and very adorable.

“He can be my birthday present, and Christmas present, for the next twenty years of my life! I’ll pay for him to fly home, and for any medical needs he has. I’ll put in some more hours at the store. It should only be for a couple of years, and then I’ll take him when I graduate and get my own place! Please???”

“Lance, we already have-oh my goodness, I thought this would END when you got to college!” Lance’s mom cried out, sounding very exasperated.

‘You’re not winning this time, Lance, we can’t take him.”

Lance moved the cat off his lap, and, standing up, placed the laptop on the couch, turning it to face him. Lance then got to his knees, grabbing Blue and putting his paws together into a pleading gesture. “Please, mama? Please papa? You’ll be saving the life of an innocent kitty! And mine, because otherwise I’ll die of a broken heart! And he’s so tame, he’ll make a wonderful pet!”

“He really is well behaved,” Matt broke in. “Quiet, knows how to use the litter box, and he obviously loves Lance.”

Lance shot a quick grin at Matt, then turned back to his family gathered on screen. “Maria, Anton, you like him, don’t you? Isn’t he cute? Don’t you guys want a gato in the family?”

Once Lance involved the little kids, it was all over. Their begging and pleading matched Lance’s in persistence and adorableness, and eventually the mom and dad had to coincide defeat.

“Okay, Lance. If you pay for half of the cost, including the flight AND medical costs, then we will take him home with us.”

“YES!” Lance fist pumped. “Gracias, madre y padre! Gracias!”

“This is the absolute last time we are doing this, understand? I don’t care if the next thing is an orphan with Disney movie eyes, we are NOT taking it in.”

After many cries of thankfulness from Lance, Lance chatted with his family for a while longer; making plans for when his family visited, making accommodations for Blue for the flight home, and promising his family AND Keith AND Pidge to call the nearest kennel right away for Blue to stay in until his family could take him home. The same promise he would have to swear to both Shiro and Hunk when they came to the apartment.

Halfway through the Skype conversation, Pidge and Matt crowded next to Lance, and even Keith joined in as well.

Blue purred comfortably on Lance’s lap the entire time.

I know a lot of people are really exited about the american remake of skam. but i just feel like it won’t be the same. i mean it’s great that they realized how much potential there is but what i always liked about skam was the fact that it was NOT american. throughout watching the show i learned so much about norway and it was so exiting. I had to google all the things i didn’t know. at first i was so confused about russetiden so i hate to look it up. all the text messages that were uploaded i had to translate first.. it was so exiting to see the life of people who live somewhere completely different. it just felt like i was part of their group and i loved it.. it was new and different and i know it’s probably worthless but i’m praying that they will make another season because there is still so much potential. i would love to know more about vildes background and i want to see what william is doing when noora is not around. i want to see them celebrate russetiden.. my only hope is that they will decide to make another season (yeah i know it’s completely unrealistic) and i will always choose the real skam over any other remake!

we love skam

we want skam