#hugh is carrying a whole bakery

[potatomoonjuice]

Marvel will literally put a guy on top of another guy, chest on chest, and swear on their life they're not gay. BFFR

EDIT: 1 year later

like COME ONNNNN. How long will they keep doing this and still get away with it😭 This entire movie was gay.

[pollenallergie]

Billisms Pt. 2

Some more headcanons about my favorite blorbo. Enjoy. <3

Side note: a bitch is running out of not-sad Billy Knight gifs so pls accept this up-close JQ gif instead (using an up-close gif bc Billy’s hair isn’t as curly as JQ’s)

Not only is Billy practically a grandmother trapped in a 26-year-old man’s body, he quite literally has a posse of elderly people (mostly elderly ladies) that he meets with once a week at the local community centre for a knitting circle. Although, occasionally, the group will switch things up by having Billy lead/instruct a paint night instead of doing their usual knitting and gossiping. His favourites of the group are Evelyn and Auggie. Evelyn is an 82-year-old who’s originally from Newcastle, and she’s one of Billy’s favourites because she’s quiet and doesn’t easily trust others, but once she opens up to you, she’s incredibly kind, although she’s also a bit of spitfire. Auggie is a 70-something-year-old native Londoner who tells the greatest stories, most of which occurred before he settled down with his husband Hugh, and who always carries around a bag of sweets to snack on throughout the day; Billy is the only person in the whole group who Auggie willingly shares his sweets with. <3

You and Billy tend to seek comfort using your foreheads… Let me explain… When you’ve had a rough day, you’ll come up to Billy and rest your forehead against his back or shoulder. When Billy’s not feeling well, he’ll come up to you, gently grab one of your hands, and hold it to his forehead so that the heat of your warm palm can soothe the pressure in his head. When either of you is having a bad mental health day and desperately need some reassurance and consolation, you’ll rest your foreheads against each other, breathing in each other’s air in deep, grounding breaths as you relish in the closeness. It’s something you’ve always done since you were a kid, and within the first few months of your relationship with Billy, he’d swiftly picked up that habit from you. <3

You like to bring Billy along with you to shop for clothes and makeup so that he can use his profound knowledge of colour theory and his artist’s eye to help you pick out the products and clothing items that will best compliment your features, your skin tone, your eye colour, the colour of your hair, etc. Then, afterward, you reward him for his complaint-less cooperation by letting him drag you along with him to do whatever it is that he wants to do; visit an art gallery or museum, go to his favourite bakery so that he can get some spiced chai and eat his weight in delightful little desserts, go shopping at the nearest craft store so he can stock up on yarn and art supplies, grab lunch at his favourite Vietnamese restaurant, walk around the Chelsea Physic Garden and marvel at all of the beautiful fauna, anything his lovely heart desires. <3

You and Billy adopted a cat shortly after moving in together. The little fella is seven years old, has a permanent resting bitch face, and is named Dennis after ‘Dennis the Menace’ because he’s a mischievous little guy. Despite his serious attitude problems, Billy loves that little guy more than life itself. Truthfully, Dennis is more so Billy’s cat than yours because he really only loves Billy, or at least, Billy’s the only one Dennis loves unconditionally. Don’t get me wrong, Dennis likes you a whole lot, he thinks you’re pretty great, but he definitely only loves you some of the time. Dennis loves you when you scritch his little chin, when you sneak him extra treats, and when you indulge his desire to be carried around like a human infant constantly. However, his love for you fades when you try to give him his antidepressants (yes, your cat is on antidepressants… he’s a little guy with big emotions), when you reprimand him for trying to hop up onto the counters and the kitchen table, when you move a little too much in your sleep, thereby interrupting his essential 12-hour-long nap, etc. Billy, however, can do no wrong in Dennis’s eyes. The way Dennis sees it, Billy is his biological mother, gender and species incompatibilities aside, while you are only his step-parent. <3

Billy’s the kind of partner that enjoys slow dancing with you in your kitchen, listening to slow, easy music whilst you both wait for your dinner — an impressive roast that Billy had been working on all evening with you as his sous chef — to finish cooking in the oven. <3

It’s like his brother’s ex-wife, Dawn, said, Billy’s “a sweet boy.” He’s always been a sweet boy. When he was little, before his mum passed, the ladies in the village used to think Billy was just darling, always doling out compliments and offering to help out in any way he could. His teachers always liked him, too; they said he was incredibly mild-mannered and bright. Really, the only people who’d never liked him were his father and his older brother, Jimmy. They had no empathy, no compassion. When Billy was having a rough time emotionally and mentally, they were quick to write him off as a burden or, worse, to punish him for something entirely out of his control. All their violence and vitriol only made things worse, made him more troubled, made the voices louder, made him more timid and uncertain, and made him more skittish. However, the wickedness of his father and brother could never dull his sparkle, could never rob him of his kindness, could never turn his warm, tender heart to cold stone. Even after all the horrors he’s endured at their hands, Billy’s still the sweetest man you’ve ever known. He’s sweet in more than just that classic, chivalrous way. Sure, he holds doors open for you, cooks for you, walks on the side of the pavement that’s closest to the street whenever the two of you walk to places together, constantly tells you how pretty you are and how much he loves you, etc. However, he also does much, much more than that. For example, Billy buys you a bouquet of flowers from the supermarket every single time he goes shopping for groceries. In fact, that’s something he started doing long before he even moved in with you. Billy would go to the supermarket or a nearby corner shop to stock up on groceries for him and his flatmate. On the way back to his flat, he would make a quick (truly not all that quick, as your flat was usually a bit out of the way) trip to your place to drop off a lovely bouquet that he’d bought for you and to check in on you. Also, on nights when it’s his turn to make dinner, Billy has you talk about what you’re studying in your courses at the moment (for my fellow university babes) or a project that you’re working on at your job whilst he cooks because he knows that you best absorb information and retain it long term when you teach it to others. I could go on and on about all the sweet things Billy does for you, but instead, I’ll just offer you one last example: He lets you cry when you need to. Billy doesn’t try to quiet you or to dry your tears; he holds you and lets you cry, lets you sob as loud as you need to, and lets you get it all out. He doesn’t try to talk you through it; he knows that’s not what you need. So, he just holds you. Whenever you try to put on a brave face and reign in your emotions, Billy will even encourage you to cry (gently and kindly, of course); he’ll remind you how good it is for you to let it out, how natural and valid it is to feel the way you’re feeling, and how it’ll likely make you feel much better if you face these intense emotions head on instead of repressing them. <3

[huggybug]

for dilf day- 40 with jack hughes? :)

happy dilf day!

40. “I too want to have a breakdown in the supermarket but your mom/dad told me to get bread fast and we are in a rush darling”

It was rare for Jack to have a day off and it was even more rare for him to offer to run errands on those days. He was up before you this morning, already with your toddler in the kitchen and by the time you made it out, the two were suited up to head outside. “What’s going on?”

“We’re going to the store because little miss Ava needs some candy for being so quiet this morning while Mommy was sleeping” Jack’s baby voice made your daughter giggle and you smiled at the sight of them.

“Oh but we’re meeting your parents for lunch in like an hour” 

“We won’t take long” Jack obviously hadn’t gone shopping with your daughter in a while. Ever since she learnt how to walk, a quick run to the grocery store took an hour and the mall was a whole different story. “We’ll be back by the time you’re ready, I promise”

“Fine but get some bread while you’re there?” Jack nodded and swept Ava off the ground before heading out. You shook your head before heading back into your bedroom to get ready.

...

“Alright princess, what candy do you want?” Jack held up a pack of gummy worms and a bag of jelly beans to his daughter who was happily spinning around in the middle of the aisle.

“Ice cream!” Jack sighed.

“We have ice cream at home love, don’t you want candy?” Ava looked between the two packages and then reached for the gummy worms and Jack smiled. Perfect, they had just gotten here and she already made a decision, now all he had to do was grab some bread and they would be on their way.

He let Ava carry the bag of candy while he grabbed her other hand and led her towards the bakery. Within five minutes, he had the bread and was just turning to leave when Ava saw the real treats. “Cupcake!” She escaped Jack’s grip and ran off, reading up on the table that held the cupcake display.

“No cupcakes today Ava, let’s go” Jack urged but the little girl stayed planted firmly to the ground in front of the display.

“I want cake!” She pouted and her voice raised a little which made Jack’s eyes widen.

“Come on princess, we need to get home to Mommy” Jack was trying to distract her by dropping her mom’s name but it wasn’t working.

“NO! I want cake!” Ava’s bottom lip started quivering and Jack jumped into problem solving mode. He felt a little silly trying to bargain with his toddler in the middle of the bakery but that’s what his life was now. Ignoring the glares and sympathetic glances from other shoppers, he continued trying to talk her down from the cupcakes.

“Don’t do this to me Ava” He groaned and the tone of his voice was enough to make her tears fall. So now here he was, crouched down with a sobbing toddler in a huge grocery store, fighting about cupcakes.

“Fine, you know what Ava? I too want to have a breakdown in the supermarket but your mom told me to get bread fast and we are in a rush darling” He huffed before grabbing the cupcakes, checking with her that they were indeed the right ones before reaching out for her hand which she stubbornly ignored.

“You can have candy in the car” That made the tears go away and a smile reappeared which Jack took as a major win. He took her (now outstretched) hand and started rushing down to the checkouts. He made it through pretty quickly and as soon as they were out the door, he ripped open the gummy worms and gave one to his daughter who was all smiles now that she got both the cupcakes and her candy. As he drove home, Jack wondered when his daughter had become so stubborn which you later reminded him that he was just as stubborn.

When you heard the door open, you looked out into the hallway to see Ava come running in. “Daddy got me cake!” You widen your eyes, playing up the excitement for your daughter.

“What is all over your fingers lovey?” You felt the stickiness on your arm where she just touched you.

“Candy. I had worms!” You raise an eyebrow at Jack who just walked in, holding a tray of cupcakes, a bag of candy, and the bread you asked for.

“I thought she was getting one candy?” Jack looks exhausted and you have to fight to hold back your laughter.

“Babe... don’t even start with that. I can never take her alone again. She took advantage of me!” Your laugh bubbles out when Jack whines.

“Oh my poor baby, come here” Jack practically collapses into your arms which makes you laugh again. “That’s why we go for a ride in the cart at the store right Ava?” You and jack both look to your daughter who was absolutely destroying the bag of gummy worms who smiled widely and nodded emphatically.

“Never again” Jack groaned and Ava laughed at him before holding out a worm for you each, grinning from ear to ear. That was the moment that Jack knew, he was in for a long battle with this kid.

[edelwary]

By Being Reckless - Chapter 1

Hello ! So, I fiiiiinally made this up ! It has a, major character death but it’s not a focus point : Keith is an angel so he’s dead but the death is not the point don’t worry ! (Although there Might Be a chapter focused on it but i don’t want to dwell on it).

 It’s probably a really slow burn Klance fanfic, with a lot of VLD characters involved and plenty of tricky situations and alternate realities! I’ll upload it on AO3 as soon as I get my account. 

Sum UP : Keith was dead. He neither remembered nor cared how, but this became his last concern when he became the guardian angel of his very own human. Between parallel realities screwing up and your local teenage mess doing the same, spread your wings and go fix issues, Angel boy ! But you know, death has its upsides, and some had blue eyes. 

Keith was dead. The main hall was crowded, he managed to keep in track of where he was headed by keeping eye contact with brown hair. Highschoolers were pushing in all directions. The morning sunshine entered shyly in the building, allowing the air to stay fresh a little more before the whole city turns into a burning hell under the late summer rays. He passed by a group of girl. Happily chattering about the end of schoolyear, they carried books for morning classes. He looked at his empty hands. He rehearsed it. He tought about it, turned the phrase a little in his head, but the outcome was the same.

Keith was dead. He followed a kid some more before turning, entering a classroom. Soft conversations faded as the teacher made his entrance right behind him. Keith found a free table at the back. When sat, he turned to the window. The subject of the day was “physics on lasers”. Couldn't care less. Outside, the green of the trees poked through the city. People started their day, unaware of what he knew. The boy's gaze followed an old lady walking down the street. Did she knew ? As she turned at the street's corner, he came back to the classroom, folded his arms and closed his eyes.   He opened his eyes. Funny ones were observing him. Funny because they were really round. Also very close.

-I feel like there is a 99% probability you’re awake. -Huh… Make it a hundred.

Keith lazily sat down, peered around the room. It seemed an hospital chamber, at first, because of the baby blue walls and the high window. It smelled menthol and antibiotics. No flowers, no wheelchair. No beeping, no drip infusion. Either it wasn’t exactly an hospital, and only god knew what it was then, either Keith was very alone. He couldn’t choose what was worse.   -Where am I, exactly ? -In this reality or in the 14 others ? -Huh… In this one, I guess ? -You’re in a special service, for people like you. -People like… What am I ? What are you ?   Keith focused back on his interlocutor. Round eyes, eight arms, a beak, it looked like a ferret had a strange night with both a sparrow and a spider. Odd. -I am a bytor, in charge of you for the first steps. You, are 100% a dead human.   Keith scoffed. Okay, fine. A dream. You know, those weird dreams, were reality is off and everything is… kind of… wrong. Didn't liked them much but it'll pass.    -I usually don’t trust dreams. You’re funny… -Oh, I wish I was. 8 people on 9 I know say I’m not. -You’re not kidding me, are you. -Unfortunately. -Oh-kay, time to wake up Keith ! I've seen enough. -No, you can’t… started the bytor.

Keith jumped out of the bed. The landing was blurry and the world tilted a bit to the right as his vision went white. Shaking anemia out of his system, he turned to the door.

-Do not walk through that… -I’m leaving this dream now, bye, has been nice to meet you.

Keith grabbed the doorknob and crashed the door open . Inhaling, he closed his eyes. And smashed it off on himself.    -Ho hey ! Are you here with me ? Knock kno-ock !

  Bursting eyes open, Keith reported his attention back to the classroom. Dark skin, annoyed gaze, a highschooler was hungry, and kind of in a hurry. He kept asking.

-So ? Where do we eat ? Pidge’s on the roof. -Oh-okay let’s go.

The teen sat next to Keith grabbed his backpack and went after his friend. Keith stood and followed him. Tall, lanky, tan, he had the chram of those kids who talk themselves out of every situation. He was actually pretty, and aware, and Keith would have done anything to make him happy. Literally. As the boys sat next to their friend on the roof, the three of them started discussing, unpacking snacks.

The view was stunning. The highschool was built on three levels, and allowed the students to enjoy the city from above. On the east, hills, a stream, and further a forest, opposed to the cityside. Bakeries, a mechanic or two, seven-eleven, a video-store. The place had an old-timey, retro feel, even more under the soft sunlight of the late morning. The tallest building was only four floors high.Tracing its skyline with his eyes, Keith started daydreaming once more.  

-Ah, you’re awake again ! -My head… Hugh…

Numb, dazed, the teen blinked. The furry creature was still there. He was still there.

-I don’t understand. I slammed a door on my face. I should be up by now. -Yes. And you are already. -This is wrong. I do not know you, insisted Keith, I never went to this hospital. I never came here ! WHY WOULD I EVEN BE HERE ?!

The creature started trembling. Keith, on the other hand, felt a panicked anger bloom inside.

-You do not understand. You are not in an hospital at all. -Then were the HELL, shouted Keith, AM I ! -Hell ? You must mix up with Heaven ? I told you…   Keith mouth shut itself. Now anger and panic were not just blooming, they litteraly fed off him. His shoulders dropped. “You’re a dead human”.    -This is nonsense… -According to previous case studies, started the bytor, your level of ocytocine should explode and… -THIS IS NOT - !   Adrenaline filled his veins. Situation was not okay. In fact, nothing was okay ! He clenched his fist, tensed from fear, uncomprehension and something deeper. Maybe the creepy feeling that it was, in fact, not a dream.    -WHAT I ASKED FOR ! -Keith…   Roadlights run through his mind, a vibrating roar filled his ears. His brains shut off under emotions. His nails dug in his palms.   -Keith, calm down, released in your system, there is a 46% probabili… -YOU SHUT UP !  -When facing the reveal of their death, people tend to…   Oversensitive to the voice, Keith exploded. It was all too much. He was sore and his head hurt from the slammed door and the voice run down his nerves, and the silence and the motor and the road came to his mind and it was so blurry but he…   - STOP !   He punched the wall. His fist fused, his knuckles met the hard surface first, cracking loudly. Then his wrist twisted and something snapped. Blood and pain rushed. Keith fainted and fell down.   -Hey, are you even listening ? I was talking to you ! -Sorry Lance. No… Look, NASA discovered something on Juno ! -Give me the phone Pidge. Astronomical emergency ! -Here ya go.   Pidge, leaned again the rooftop wire fence, handed Lance her smartphone. He scrolled hastily on the article.   -It’s blue ! -Like your eyes, blue, like your eyes… Next to Lance, the boy who snapped him earlier to snack there started humming. He smiled soflty as a thought crossed his mind.   -Maybe we could go karaoke tonight ? What do you think guys. -Sure, shouted Lance, My highscore got weak last time. I dropped the last high note and i can't do that to Shakira. -Matt has something tonight too so I won’t have any trouble coming with you, informed Pidge, so why not ! -Yeah, mumbled Keith, karaoke night…

Not like anybody could hear him anyways. The bell rang and they left the rooftop off for their next classes. The day went on, hours passing by. Finally, when he exited the hall behind Lance, Keith felt relieved.

He wondered if everything was always going to be like this. Sweet spring air on unbrushed hair, backpacks full of teenage mysteries, breeze making petals float around. Almost all the town had of humans between 13 and 19 was there, goofing at the entrance of the highschool. The group stopped on the sidewalk, separating to head back home.

-Pick us up at 20 ? asked Lance. -I’ll be right there ! Do your homework. -Yeah, sure thing, Hun’, chuckled Pidge.   Lance waved at his friend, keys in hand. Pidge, by his side, glared at them, frowning.   -We’re not taking blue, are we ? -My baby’s ready to take off, snickered Lance, and I’m the best pilot you have around, Podge. You’ll never take this hell of a schoolbus bus with me around. -If I walk at least I’m sure to survive but sure, give me a ride.   The small teen opened her door, grinning. Her brown friend poked out his tongue at her and  grabbed the steering wheel.   - Buckle up Pidge ! - I’m tied to this car as I am to my life.   This was some of the fun parts. Late afternoon, the air warm from the hot day, sun shining through the tree leaves… The car started, a cute Ford Fiesta painted in a soft blue, and everyone suspected Lance to had pick up this one just for its name. Lance never denied and stuck with it.

When the doors closed, Keith inhaled and smelled the iode scented air of the inside. Blue was filled with sea and pool items, bean bags and random items such as bean bags or lightbulbs. Pidge sat on the front row and had printed her shoes to the board. Windows open, Lance was singing slowly as he left the parking lot.

By the time the highschool was out of sight, Keith was sat on the top of the vehicule. Best seat of them all. He spread his wings, enjoying the wind in his feathers. His hair stroked his forehead gently. As they drove down the streets of the town, he smiled brightly. Car rides were Keith’s favorite moment of the day. Death had its upsides.   - Do you feel better now ? Keith blinked. Head light, hands neat, he was perfectly fine and back to bed.   - What the… What did you do to me ? - I waited. You fainted due to a rush of endorphine let out by your hormonals glands when your wrist and three of your fingers split in two. Also you breached the wall on a five diameter circle. - No, I mean… For my hand… I broke like… Three fingers ! How did it repair ? - Oh. I did wait. Death has it advantages I guess. We still did not figured it out, but your recovery capacities, since you are more of a spirit and less of a material being, are improved and I suspect 36% of the… Keith inspected his hand. Not a single scratch. The bytor looked away. -I’m sorry, dropped Keith, I scared you. -It had a 72% probability of happening. -Still. -Make it a 0% chance of happening again in this reality and we’ll be fine.   Keith nodded in response.  -Now that this is done, we should leave to the next steps. You see… - no, the blanket needs to be placed here – now that you’re deceased, - more like…- we’ll have you working for us – put it upward – for 58 years, since you died – yes like that – at 17 and thus left your supposed life – yes, yes – to us. - Okay, what ?   The bytor moved to the side of the room, next to closet doors. It peered at them, leaning closer.   - Since you were supposed to die at 75 – the doorknob is slightly fainted here – you owe us the rest of your life you never lived. You died at 17, do the math. - I get the math part, but why should I work for you ? - You died, the bytor gestured vaguely, unaturally. - And so ? I don’t even remember dying ! - Do you want to ?

The tone was deaf. Bytor stopped focusing on the doors, turning its head to meet Keith’s eyes. He averted them away and gulped. The words sunk in, cold and bitter. He left 58 years worth of life back and should work them out to be relieved. 58 years. He shook his head.   - What will I have to do then ? - You’ll make sure this doesn’t happen to someone else. Protect somebody, make him happy… - Are you telling me I’m gonna be some kind of guardian angel ? -Highly probable. -Whomst angel !? -Undefined. You see, the process of attribution of a human is a very randomized process and condition of the choice are regulated in a very special way that - - Okay, cut short. I get it. Huh, thank you ?   From one of its hands, the bytor handed Keith a white tunic. The fabric was soft and silky. Very nice. Very… angelic.   - I’m not wearing that. - I fear you have no other options in this reality. However, in three others I think you… - No. Way. I’ll look half naked. -I fear you can’t go against the reglementation. It’s a rule here, and it can be VERY dangerous to disobey the rules ! - I’ll wear this when I’m dead. -Sorry then. - Wait, what the… HEY !   Fighting against an eight-legged ferret was one of a kind of an experience Keith wished he never lived. As the creature climbed over him, it took away its clothing, leaving him half naked in the meantime it took to replace it with the tunic. Hands cuffed by two arms, on the ground under what seemed like fifty kilos, Keith had flashing nightmares of the strangest mangas he came across.   -OKAY STOP ! I’LL WEAR IT ! -You already do, but thank you for acknowledging. -Oh my…   Red to the bone, Keith crossed his bare arms over his half-bare chest and looked down. Bare legs, bare feet. He did not even bothered finishing his phrase. Was this thing even created to cover him ? Because it felt more of an excuse to uncover him.   - I hate it. - You can still choose for the - - No. - No shoes then, at least i’m not entitled to making you wear them.   Keith suddenly understood why choosing a Bytor for this job. Whoever had no eight arms would have met a very dirty fight.   - Lance, couldn’t we change the music please ? - You have something better than that ? - What if I do ?   Lance nodded at the radio player. While humming along Rick Asley, he turned left. Pidge pulled out her wires and shrieked. - LANCE ! For fuck’s sake, couldn’t you watch the damn road ? - What again ? - Huh, a friggin’ car coming right, that’s what ! - Hey, did it hit us ? Because I sure have seen nothing ! - Fine. Don’t come complaining when you’ll be dead.   Keith snorted. Lance would surely not die, not on his watch no-no. He had a mission and was on duty. Although Lance drive could be easier to manage, but sat on the roof of the car, the angel had seen the other come so long ago that changing its trajectory wasn’t even that hard. Smash mouth blasted from the windows as they turned right, almost ejecting Keith in the process.   - You really are made out of meme material, laughed Lance, you know that ? - Don’t you say that, smirked the girl, it could imply we are brother and sister !     They had left the waking area five minutes ago and Slav, the Bytor, led Keith on corridors on and on. All the way down the halls, his tutor voice kept blabbering. If it was important, Keith would never know. Hugging the walls, he noted the building looked like a modern version of an victorian mansion. 

A crowded, modern, noisy victorian mansion. It had the size and the maze-feeling of it, but combined with futuristic elements such as pretty blue neons everywhere. Diverses creatures were running, jumping, flying all around them. In a matter of minutes, Keith spotted two angels, a yeti and something that oddly looked like a mothman. How was this real ? He had stopped counting toothfairies a while ago when Slav entered a room. 

Away from the multi-creatural hall, this one was filled almost only by angels, a feathery sound emplying the air. None of them had the cliche wings, that being said. Some even had pretty much bat-looking wings. From all ages, the guardians looked mostly tired. A busy day in a busy office, how normal. Slav asked one of them to help him with Keith. Nodding firmly, the angel turned to the walls, covered in librairies. Slav sighed and they hunt through several lockers to find a file.

Keith used this time to examinate the room. In a corner, a chair was surrounded by mechanic gears and computers, screens and technology he could not quite identify. Most of the walls were covered in files stashed on bookcases. Sometimes, “missing” posters and notes would pop. Some really old-looking tapestry hanged from the highest part of the office. Milleniums of death and history. 

Slav came back with a bundle of paper in one of his hands. After the incident of the uniform, Keith had completely forgot about the whole ‘protecting and granting a human’ part of his… forced job. On the front page, his name was followed by the mention : 'gardian’. He pouted.    - Did I had one ? - A guardian ? - Yeah. Did I had a guardian back there ? - Keith, you died at seventeen. - Oh. - You became what you had not, funny isn’t it ?    Funny, right. How pleasant. He suddenly felt like 8 of the 9 people hating Slav's humor. The bytor, totally oblivious to his thoughts - was he really ? - gestured to the chair in the corner.    - Please, take a seat here now, we’ll link you to your human with this. - Like, I seat and I’m on earth ? Nothing more ? - Not exactly. It’s a randomized process and you need a link with a earth, as well as a static position. You’ll connect with somebody that somehows needs you, in any universe. - And what… What if nobody needs me ? - Everybody needs somebody. Actually, I think they are 1 billion people of this reality that would need your help, 39% of them mostly to overcome medical condition, 21%…   Keith sat down on the chair. It was warm and connected to multiple wires linked all around. Smells like burned plastic and feathers.   - This may hurt a little… - What do you mean by a little ?   Slav pressed some buttons. An angel nearby landed to record the process, some more stopped rushing to take a look. The bytor pianoted on the computers. Looking concerned. Then panicked. The warmth of the chair was amplifiying. Keith's back started to itch.   - Slav… I think something’s wrong, hushed Keith. - I know, the realities process are messing up. It’s becoming dangerous. You might end up somewhere undesired.  - I’m sorry ?! - See this blue cable over there ? It’s the reason everything process backward. It seems the SCO composition is turned down.    A snake of bundled up wire layed down between Keith’s feet. Somehow, it seemed wet, like if it had leaked. The chair was getting even hotter. Almost painfully.   - Ya, I see it. Can I get up ? It’s getting too much hot in there. - DON’T! THE PROCESS HAS ALREADY STARTED ! IF YOU LEAVE YOU'LL END UP LOST IN BETWEEN WORLDS !  - Yeah, but your wires aren’t connected. You’ll retry again later, it doesn’t… - KEITH STAY ON THE CHAIR ! THE REALITIES ARE NOT CORRECTLY…! - …matter. - TIED !   Suddenly, the heat burned. Keith screamed but no sounds seemed to escape. The worlds went blank and everything melted along the chair, and Keith on it. His brain got crushed between his bones, his nerves caught fire and what he tought was pain felt like tenderness compared to what he was living. When the agony took an end, he was lying dead on the floor of a bedroom. “A dream. It was a fucking dream.” The phrase echoed, as if somebody has just said the same out loud.

- I slip you not, Pidge, it wasn’t a dream. I swear, I heard somebody screaming here ! - Lance. I’m standing just here, we’ve looked every-fuckin-where here. There’s no one. - But I… - Huh, I am here ? scoffed Keith, offensed, I mean I know I'm short, but not that short.  - Let’s get going. We’re already late and you drive even faster than usual when we are. - Pidge. We’re always late. - I know. That's why I both hate and love you.    Two of the three teenagers left the room. The human ones. Left alone, the angel dropped on his knees. After all the unheard screams, a whisper left his lips and sunk into the emptyness of the room. - Fuck. It wasn’t…   Feathers run down his spine. A shiny, decorated mirror above some white fancy table reflected him in-between snapshots and necklaces. Pale, almost sickly, draped in a soft fabric. Framed by two large falcon-like wings. Small but heavy on his shoulders as realization sunk in.    So here he was, since two days. Following a highschooler from home to classes and classes to home. He wore a tunic, no sandals, tripped in feathers countless times because of wings he didn’t remember possessing ever. He had no idea why nor what. But Keith was dead. And now, he had someone to ward off it. The next morning, in the form of a letter from the highschool, brought answers to the what. 

END NOTE : Hope you enjoyed yourself, the writing is very classic in this one but i needed to place the action by going back and forth so here we have the ending of what could be a prologue ! Feel free to tell me if something’s wrong with the language, I’m french (and so will be Pidge), so english’s not my main language !

[sorrydearie]

Oooh, the 'scared to walk home alone' one and the 'hiding from my one night stand' one would be SO FUN to read with either pair. :D

Hiding from my one night stand + Lizzington

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Liz has had weird neighbors before, alright.  

There was this one stoner kid in college who used to hang around the hallway in his boxer shorts - Lenny, he was called. And then there was that odd couple down on Main Street whose cat kept digging up her flower bed, only that Liz never actually saw any cat around their street. And of course old Mr. Jenkins who lived right next door from her in that little broke-down flat Liz rented out during her second year at Quantico, and who asked her if she would be interested in selling him her worn-out shoes.

But Red? Red was in a whole different league altogether.

Oh, he was nice enough, that much was true. Whenever he showed up at her door with a paper bag of take-away bagels and a boyish smile at 7am, Liz couldn’t help but be utterly charmed by him. He was always polite and sweet, reading her passages from his newspaper which he thought would interest her or asking her about her plans for the day. Plus, he always made sure to repay her for all the orange juice and coffee he had while at her place.

So yeah, Liz likes him well enough (maybe even a bit too much, if she’s honest with herself) even if it had taken her a while to warm up to their impromptu breakfast sessions (because really, what was this? Some kind of real-life crossover between Breakfast at Tiffany’s and John Hughes’ the Breakfast Club?).

If only there weren’t his constant late-night visitors.

Or rather his early-morning leavers, considering that the only time Liz ever saw them was right before breakfast when Red wasn’t quick enough to close the door to his apartment and Liz got a glimpse of smooth legs all toweled-up disappearing into the bedroom.

Liz sighs and stabs the spatula irritatedly around her scrambled eggs.

Red is blissfully unaware of her thoughts, just sits quietly at her kitchen table and reads that article on Bhutan wildlife he’s been excited about ever since he let himself in while she was still in the shower (a habit which should probably make her want to stab him in the throat with a pen, but which she is surprisingly laid-back about).

A sudden noise from the hallway interrupts her musings and before she even knows what she’s doing, her feet are rushing her towards the door while a quick “I think the mail’s arrived, I’ll just be back in a sec-” spills over her lips. And of course this wasn’t planned, because of course Liz isn’t that kind of stalker neighbor - the one who lies awake at night thinking of ways to find out if her hot neighbor who keeps coming over for (platonic?) breakfast dates has a type, or if the women he brings home are a study in individuality instead.

But when Liz slips out into the hallway (feeling slightly ridiculous with her bare feet and damp hair), the never-ending loop of ‘God, I hope Red is into brunettes’ her functioning-on-autopilot brain keeps throwing at her is suddenly interrupted by a loud, neon-bright buzz of ‘Well, I did not expect that’ sizzling inside her head in an extra-high frequency.

Because standing before her isn’t some beautiful woman who matches Red’s quick wits and well-mannered sophistication.  

Instead, Liz comes face to face with a group of middle-aged Japanese men.

And well, isn’t this confusing?

They barely take any note of her as they shuffle past her towards the elevator as if the wide-eyed woman in the hallway is merely a part of the scenery, just like that odd stain on the wall next to her door or the broken tile two steps away from the fire escape.

Eventually, they disappear into the elevator and as its door pings closed behind them, their merry chatter dies away at once and leaves Liz standing alone and bewildered in the empty hallway.

After a few minutes, she turns and goes back into her apartment.

Much to her surprise, Red is waiting for her in the little entry hall of her apartment. He looks serious, somber even. The fingers of his right hand are tapping against his thigh in a silent staccato, and if Liz didn’t know it any better she’d say that he looks disappointed in her, as if she had somehow betrayed his trust.

(It’s a completely ridiculous thought, of course. After all, it’s not as if she’s done anything wrong. Right?)

“I was just… you know.” She tries to shrug it off, tries for cute nonchalance instead of crazy infatuation, but fears she just ends up looking pathetic in the process. To top it all off, she can feel the tangy bite of mortification spread through her.

Red doesn’t say anything, but there’s a nervous twitch just below his eye that makes her want to smooth it over with her fingers. She doesn’t though. It’s enough that now he probably thinks she’s a weirdo (and maybe he’s internally going through the for rent listings of his newspaper right now, wondering if there’s any place nearby without crazy neighbors checking out his one-night stands).

After a second, his eyes flicker past her to the door. It looks almost as if he’s expecting someone to barge in at any moment now, and Liz wonders if he’s in trouble, if maybe he’s being blackmailed by a bunch of Japanese business man who are forcing him to provide room and board for them and their nefarious crimes and - well, nevermind, that one sounded completely ridiculous even to her.

Liz sighs, her shoulders slumping. “I just wanted to get a look at your girlfriend.”

“My girlfriend?”

“Well, yeah,” Liz shrugs. Her cheeks are starting to burn and even the incessant stroking of her fingers against the scar on her wrist isn’t enough to calm her racing nerves. “Girlfriend, lover, date - whatever. You keep bringing women over and I just wanted to… I don’t know. See if you have a type, I guess.”

She can’t even meet his eyes, just keeps staring at his shoes instead. They’re nice ones, too. Perfectly polished and absolutely immaculate, and Liz thinks she could probably pick him out of a whole crowd of men just by his shoes.

But then he laughs, warm and happy, and suddenly all the tension drains out of the room. 

“Oh Lizzy,” he says and Liz isn’t sure if she’s just imagining the affection that tints her name when it falls from his lips. Dragging her eyes back up to his face, Liz is taken aback by the elated smile and the amused glint in his eyes. He looks so happy, positively ecstatic - it makes him look years younger.  

(Liz wishes he’d smile like that more often. It’s not that he usually mopes around her kitchen whenever he’s there - it’s just that there’s this melancholic air about him, something distant and tragic, as if he’s carrying the weight of the world on his designer-clad shoulders.)

“I fear I’ve given you an entirely wrong impression,” he says with a shake of his head. “I have rented that apartment solely for business meetings.”

“And when you say business meetings…” Red chuckles again, and Liz likes to think that in this very moment he looks incredibly fond of her.

(And maybe their little breakfasts weren’t that platonic, after all…)

“Let me get your coat, Lizzy. I don’t think your scrambled eggs are salvageable, but fortunately for you I know this absolutely endearing little bakery - you’ll adore their sweet potato cupcakes!”

[edelwary]

The Ghost Hunters Trio - or - BBY, first reality

Okay, soooo, I’m re-editing a lot after i post, so here is another, better, improved version of the drafts of By Being Reckless ! an Angel!Keith fic -mainly Klance but other ships are expected. 

Basically, Keith is an angel. And his human is very hard to keep in shape. Even more when he’s a ghost hunter.

Keith was dead.

The main hall was crowded, he managed to keep in track of where he was headed by keeping eye contact with brown hair. Highschoolers were pushing in all directions. The morning sunshine entered shyly in the building, allowing the air to stay fresh a little more before the whole city turns into a burning hell under the late summer rays.

He passed by a group of girl. Happily chattering about the end of schoolyear, they carried books for morning classes. He looked at his empty hands. He rehearsed it. He tought about it, turned the phrase a little in his head, but the outcome was the same.

Keith was dead.

He followed a kid some more before turning, entering a classroom. Soft conversations faded as the teacher made his entrance right behind him. Keith found a free table at the back. When sat, he turned to the window. The subject of the day was “physics on lasers”. Couldn't care less.

Outside, the green of the trees poked through the city. People started their day, unaware of what he knew. The boy's gaze followed an old lady walking down the street. Did she knew ? As she turned at the street's corner, he came back to the classroom, folded his arms and closed his eyes.

He opened his eyes. Funny ones were observing him. Funny because they were really round. Also very close.

"I feel like there is a 99% probability you’re awake."

"Huh… Make it a hundred."

Keith lazily sat down, peered around the room. It seemed an hospital chamber, at first, because of the baby blue walls and the high window. It smelled menthol and antibiotics. No flowers, no wheelchair. No beeping, no drip infusion. Either it wasn’t exactly an hospital, and only god knew what it was then, either Keith was very alone.

He couldn’t choose what was worse.

"Where am I, exactly ?"

"In this reality or in the 14 others ?"

"Huh… In this one, I guess ?"

"You’re in a special service, for people like you."

"People like… What am I ? What are you ?"

Keith focused back on his interlocutor. Round eyes, eight arms, a beak, it looked like a ferret had a strange night with both a sparrow and a spider. Odd.

"I am a bytor, in charge of you for the first steps. You, are 100% a dead human." Bytor said. Nothing in his tone was merely about joking.

Keith scoffed. Okay, fine. A dream. You know, those weird dreams, were reality is off and everything is… kind of… wrong. Didn't liked them much but it'll pass.

"I usually don’t trust dreams. You’re funny…"

"Oh, I wish I was. 8 people on 9 I know say I’m not."

"You’re not kidding me, are you."

"Unfortunately."

"Oh-kay, time to wake up Keith ! I've seen enough."

"No, you can’t… "started the bytor.

Keith jumped out of the bed. The landing was blurry and the world tilted a bit to the right as his vision went white. Shaking anemia out of his system, he turned to the door.

"Do not walk through that…"

"I’m leaving this dream now, bye, has been nice to meet you." Keith retorted with doing his best not to sound like a douchebag.

Keith grabbed the doorknob and crashed the door open . Inhaling, he closed his eyes. And smashed it off on himself.

"Ho hey ! Are you here with me ? Knock kno-ock !" Voices were bubbling up.

Bursting eyes open, Keith reported his attention back to the classroom. Dark skin, annoyed gaze, a highschooler was hungry, and kind of in a hurry. He kept asking.

"So ? Where do we eat ? Pidge’s on the roof." Pursued the boy.

"Oh-okay let’s go."

The teen sat next to Keith grabbed his backpack and went after his friend. Keith stood and followed him. Tall, lanky, tan, he had the chram of those kids who talk themselves out of every situation. He was actually pretty, and aware, and Keith would have done anything to make him happy. Literally.

As the boys sat next to their friend on the roof, the three of them started discussing, unpacking snacks.

The view was stunning. The highschool was built on three levels, and allowed the students to enjoy the city from above. On the east, hills, a stream, and further a forest, opposed to the cityside. Bakeries, a mechanic or two, seven-eleven, a video-store. The place had an old-timey, retro feel, even more under the soft sunlight of the late morning. The tallest building was only four floors high.Tracing its skyline with his eyes, Keith started daydreaming once more.

"Ah, you’re awake again !" Mister Bytor's voice sounded way to happy for someone who witnessed a litteral commotion happening.

"My head… Hugh…"

Numb, dazed, the teen blinked. The furry creature was still there. He was still there.

"I don’t understand. I slammed a door on my face. I should be up by now." Keith furrowed his eyebrows under confusion and... pain. How hard did he hit it ?

"Yes. You are already", insisted the bytor.

"This is wrong. Everything here is so wrong. I do not know you", snapped Keith,"I never went to this hospital. I never came here ! WHY WOULD I EVEN BE HERE ?!" The sentence, highly screamed, made silence fell down.

Next to him, he creature started trembling. Keith, on the other hand, felt a panicked anger bloom inside.

"You do not understand. You are not in an hospital at all." Explanations seemed to be the only way of communication the bytor could thought of. Sadly, Keith had little patience for long, intricate expositions of the situations, even more when in thrilled state. And he was totally blown away right now.

"Then were the HELL AM I !" Shouting some more, Keith started hunching over his knees.

"Hell ? You must mix up with Heaven ? I told you…" The bytor was fidgeting, hesitant to continue.

Keith mouth shut itself. Now anger and panic were not just blooming, they litteraly fed off him. His shoulders dropped. "You’re a dead human” was on repeat mode in his head.

"This is nonsense…"

"According to previous case studies, started the bytor, your level of ocytocine should explode and…"

"THIS IS NOT ! "   Adrenaline filled his veins. Situation was not okay. In fact, nothing was okay ! He clenched his fist, tensed from fear, uncomprehension and something deeper. Maybe the creepy feeling that it was, in fact, not a dream. "W HAT I ASKED FOR !"

"Keith…" Agitating some of his little hands, the bytor was now desperately trying to calm Keith down. By his side, curled up, Keith was trembling, gripping his hair so hard some of it fell off, floating to the ground in silence.

Roadlights run through his mind, a vibrating roar filled his ears. His brains shut off under emotions. His nails dug in his palms.

"Keith, calm down, released in your system, there is a 46% probabili…"

"YOU SHUT UP ! "

"When facing the reveal of their death, people tend to…"

Oversensitive to the voice, Keith exploded. It was all too much. He was sore and his head hurt from the slammed door and the voice run down his nerves, and the silence and the motor and the road came to his mind and it was so blurry but he…

"STOP !" As in accelerated motion, Keith  punched the wall. Hard. His fist fused, his knuckles met the hard surface first, cracking loudly. Then his wrist twisted and something snapped. Blood and pain rushed. Keith's eyes blinked, twice, before he faint and fell down.

"Hey Pidge ? Are you even listening ? I was talking to you !"

"Sorry Lance. No… Look, NASA discovered something on Juno !", exclaimed a girlish voice. Excitment peeked as she read something on her phone.

"Oh, my, god ! Give me the phone Pidge. Astronomical emergency !" Without paying attention to his friend's previous lack of answers, Lance dropped the first subject to catch the new one. He seemed as much, if not more, enthusiastic than Pidge.

"Here ya go." Leaning against the rooftop wire fence, Pidge handed Lance her smartphone. He scrolled hastily on the article.

"It’s blue !"

"Like your eyes, blue, like your eyes…" Next to Lance, the boy who snapped him earlier to snack there started humming a song about seashells and blue ocean. He smiled soflty as a thought crossed his mind. Poking a tomato in his sandwich, he interrupted Lance scrolling to drive the conversation his way.

"Maybe we could go karaoke tonight ? What do you think guys."

"Sure !", shouted Lance," My highscore got weak last time. I dropped the last high note and i can't do that to Shakira."

"Matt has something tonight too so I won’t have any trouble coming with you, so why not !" All while saying this, Pidge had removed and put back her glasses on the bridge of her nose, her signature move. She did it so often, punctuating facts with it, that small bruises appeared now and then. Keith knew Lance had a special cream for her to moisturize her noise.

"Yeah, karaoke night…", mumbled Keith. His voice was low, partially crooked from slumber.

Not like anybody could hear him anyways. He was as transparent and silent as a ghost. The teens finished their lunches just as the bell rang, and they left the rooftop off for their next classes. The day went on, hours passing by. Finally, when he exited the hall behind Lance, Keith felt relieved. Nothing could be as boring as mandatory and totally useless highschool classes.

He wondered if everything was always going to be like this. Sweet late summer air on unbrushed hair, backpacks full of teenage mysteries, breeze making petals float around. Almost all the town had of humans between 13 and 19 was there, goofing at the entrance of the highschool.

The group stopped on the sidewalk, separating to head back home.

"Pick us up at 20 ?", asked Lance.

"I’ll be right there ! Do your homework."

"Yeah, sure thing, Hunk", chuckled Pidge.

Lance waved at his friend as he receded, keys clinging in hand. Pidge, by his side, glared at them, frowning.

"We’re not taking blue, are we ?"

"My baby’s ready to take off", snickered Lance," and I’m the best pilot you have around, Podge. You’ll never take this hell of a schoolbus bus with me."

"If I walk at least I’m sure to survive but sure, give me a ride." The small teen opened her door, grinning. Her brown friend poked out his tongue at her and  grabbed the steering wheel.

"Buckle up Pidge !", cheered Lance. He turned the keys, making the car's motor jump and roar.

"I’m tied to this car as I am to my life."

This was some of the fun parts. Late afternoon, the air warm from the hot day, sun shining through the tree leaves… The car started, a cute Ford Fiesta painted in a soft blue, and everyone suspected Lance to had pick up this one just for its name. Lance never denied and stuck with it.

When the doors locked, Keith inhaled and smelled the iode scented air of the inside. Blue was filled with sea and pool items, bean bags and random things such as bean bags or lightbulbs. Pidge sat on the front row and had printed her shoes to the board. It was an habit she had picked from so long Lance seemed to not even bother telling her to get her shoes off anymore, had noted Keith the first time he rode with them. As a copilot, she was always making anything Lance could not do, and this ranging from making calls to actively trying to solve maths homeworks of her older brother.

Windows open, Lance was singing slowly as he left the parking lot. Since there was a bunch of distracted teens aroud, his driving manners were slow and pretty good, at this moment. By the time the highschool was out of sight, Keith was sat on the top of the vehicule. Best seat of them all, if you asked him.

He spread his wings, enjoying the wind in his feathers. His hair stroked his forehead gently. As they drove down the streets of the town, he smiled brightly. Car rides were Keith’s favorite moment of the day, even with all the work and attention they demended. Speed, action, music and laughter. Eventually, death had its upsides.

"Do you feel better now ?"

Keith blinked. Head light, hands neat, he was perfectly fine and back to bed.

"What the… What did you do to me ?"

" I waited. You fainted due to a rush of endorphine let out by your hormonals glands when your wrist and three of your fingers split in two. Also you breached the wall on a five diameter circle."

"No, I mean… For my hand… I broke like… Three fingers ! How did it repair ?" Keith glanced at his fist, turning his palm back and forth, looking for any traces of concussion or medicine. As he suspected, he noticed nothing unusual. Not a single scratch. It was both creepy and fantastic.

"Oh. I did wait. Death has it advantages I guess. We still did not figured it out, but your recovery capacities, since you are more of a spirit and less of a material being, are improved and I suspect 36% of the…" Rambling again, the bytor was barely looking at Keith. He seemed to anxious to do so, fingers figdeting, palms sweaty.

"I’m sorry", harshly dropped Keith," I scared you." He did not liked apologising, but he recognized he had to.

"It had a 72% probability of happening."

"Still.

"Make it a 0% chance of happening again in this reality and we’ll be fine." Strangely enough, the bytor seemed at peace with him. He did not questionned further why and no dded in response.

"Now that this is done", gestured the creature,"we should leave to the next steps. You see… - no, the blanket needs to be placed here – now that you’re deceased, - more like…- we’ll have you working for us – put it upward – for 58 years, since you died – yes like that – at 17 and thus left your supposed life – yes, yes – to us." As it spoked, the bytor continuously stroked the blankets of Keith's bed, loosing the thread of the sentences as he made them up.

"Okay, what ?"

The bytor moved to the side of the room, next to closet doors. It peered at them, leaning closer.

"Since you were supposed to die at 75 – the doorknob is slightly fainted here – you owe us the rest of your life you never lived. You died at 17, do the math.

"I get the math part, but why should I work for you ?" Keith had not intention to live a slave, nor dying a slave either.

"You died, the bytor gestured vaguely, unaturally."

"And so ? I don’t even remember dying !"

"Do you want to ?"  The tone was deaf. Bytor stopped focusing on the doors, turning its head to meet Keith’s eyes. He averted them away and gulped. The words sunk in, cold and bitter. He left 58 years worth of life back and should work them out to be relieved. 58 years. He shook his head.

"What will I have to do then ?"

" You’ll make sure this doesn’t happen to someone else. Protect somebody, make him happy…"

"Are you telling me I’m gonna be some kind of guardian angel ?"

"Highly probable."

"Whomst angel !?"

"Undefined. You see, the process of attribution of a human is a very randomized process and condition of the choice are regulated in a very special way that -"

"Okay, cut short. I get it. Huh, thank you ?" Keith blinked, unsure of what to do.  From one of its hands, the bytor had handed hima white tunic. The fabric was soft and silky. Very nice. Very… angelic. Keith shook his head.

"I’m not wearing that." The boy moved backwards, away from the closet doors. The bytor followed every move.

"I fear you have no other options in this reality. However, in three others I think you…"

"No. Way. I’ll look half naked." It was true. No legging, no tee-shirt. He could barely imagine his torso and his laps get covered by the tunic, and even if they did were covered, the fabric was so light he could squint to see throught it.

"I fear you can’t go against the reglementation. It’s a rule here, and it can be VERY dangerous to disobey the rules !" Keith scrunched up his nose, in a disgusted and really evocative grin.

"I’ll wear this when I’m dead."

"Sorry then." The bytor sneaked next to Keith and raise his hands. As it firmly grabbed his ribcage, Keith let out a scream, "Wait, what the… HEY !" and rolled over.

Now, fighting against an eight-legged ferret was one of a kind of an experience Keith wished he never lived. As the creature climbed over him, it took away its clothing, leaving him half naked in the meantime it took to replace it with the tunic. Hands cuffed by two arms, on the ground under what seemed like fifty kilos, Keith had flashing nightmares of the strangest mangas he ever came across.

"OKAY STOP ! I’LL WEAR IT !"

"You already do, but thank you for acknowledging."

"Oh my…" Keith felt a little nauseous.

Red to the bone, he crossed his bare arms over his half-bare chest and looked down. Bare legs, bare feet. He did not even bothered finishing his phrase. Was this thing even created to cover him at all? Because it felt more of an excuse to uncover him. His decision was impending.

" I hate it."

"You can still choose for the -" As it began, the bytor's sentence died under Keith's glare.

"No." Glancing at the gladiator-style sandals hanging off the creature's arms, Keith decided he would never trust fashion ever again.

"Okay, no shoes then. At least i’m not entitled to making you wear them." The bytor seemed genuily relieved.

Keith suddenly understood why choosing a Bytor for this job. Whoever had no eight arms would have met a very dirty fight. But who choosed how bytors would dress once they're dead ? And so...

"Lance, couldn’t we change the music please ?" Pidge's voice barely covered the sound of the pop-song displayed on the autoradio. Keith noted she was already at the top of her lungs while Lance was barely only speaking up in response.

"You have something better than that ?"

"What if I do ?" The girl grinned playfully.  

Lance nodded at the radio player. While humming along Rick Asley, he turned left. Pidge pulled out her wires and shrieked.

"LANCE ! For fuck’s sake, couldn’t you watch the damn road ?" Knuckles white from gripping her seat, she waved out the window.

"What again ?"

"Huh, a friggin’ car coming right, that’s what !", pointed Pidge.

"Hey, did it hit us ? Because I sure have seen nothing !"

"Fine. Don’t come complaining when you’ll be dead."

Keith snorted. Lance would surely not die, not on his watch no-no. He had a mission and was on duty. Although Lance drive could be easier to manage, but sat on the roof of the car, the angel had seen the other come so long ago that changing its trajectory wasn’t even that hard.

Smash mouth blasted from the windows as they turned right, almost ejecting Keith in the process.

"You really are made out of meme material, laughed Lance, you know that ?" A large, smug smile spread across Lance's face. Keith observed the scene all the way up from the car's roof, thanks to the side-mirrors.

"Don’t you say that, smirked the girl, it could imply we are brother and sister !"

She punched lightly his shoulders and regretted it right after, when Blue jagged to the left.

They had left the waking area five minutes ago and Slav, the Bytor, led Keith on corridors on and on. All the way down the halls, his tutor voice kept blabbering. If it was important, Keith would never know. Hugging the walls, he noted the building looked like a modern version of an victorian mansion.

A crowded, modern, noisy victorian mansion. It had the size and the maze-feeling of it, but combined with futuristic elements such as pretty blue neons everywhere. Diverses creatures were running, jumping, flying all around them. In a matter of minutes, Keith spotted two angels, a yeti and something that oddly looked like a mothman. How was this real ? He had stopped counting toothfairies a while ago when Slav entered a room.

Away from the multi-creatural hall, this one was filled almost only by angels, a feathery sound emplying the air. None of them had the cliche wings, that being said. Some even had pretty much bat-looking wings. From all ages, the guardians looked mostly tired. A busy day in a busy office, how normal. Slav asked one of them to help him with Keith. Nodding firmly, the angel turned to the walls, covered in librairies. Slav sighed and they hunt through several lockers to find a file.

Keith used this time to examinate the room. In a corner, a chair was surrounded by mechanic gears and computers, screens and technology he could not quite identify. Most of the walls were covered in files stashed on bookcases. Sometimes, “missing” posters and notes would pop. Some really old-looking tapestry hanged from the highest part of the office. Milleniums of death and history.

Slav came back with a bundle of paper in one of his hands. After the incident of the uniform, Keith had completely forgot about the whole ‘protecting and granting a human’ part of his… forced job. On the front page, his name was followed by the mention : 'gardian’. He pouted.

"Did I had one ?" Keith had always been a bit blunt at questions, he knew it.

"A guardian ?"

"Yeah. Did I had a guardian back there ?" He pointed his thumb behind him. He doubted the bytor would get the motion, but a reflex was a reflex anyways.

"Keith, you died at seventeen."

"Oh." Case dropped, he was the most unlucky guys ever. Or maybe not, but still.

"You became what you had not, funny isn’t it ? " Funny, right. How pleasant. He suddenly felt like 8 of the 9 people hating Slav's humor. The bytor, totally oblivious to his thoughts - was he really ? - gestured to the chair in the corner.

"Please, take a seat here now, we’ll link you to your human with this."

"Like, I seat and I’m on earth ? Nothing more ?" Keith raised a brow. This could not be as easy.

"Not exactly. It’s a randomized process and you need a link with a earth, as well as a static position. You’ll connect with somebody that somehows needs you, in any universe."

"And what… What if nobody needs me ?"

" Everybody needs somebody. Actually, I think they are 1 billion people of this reality that would need your help, 39% of them mostly to overcome medical condition, 21%…"  Sighing,  Keith sat down on the chair. It was warm and connected to multiple wires linked all around. Smelled like burned plastic and feathers. Nothing reassuring.

"This may hurt a little…" Slav's voice sounded just as hesitant as before. Keith squinted at the creature.

"What do you mean by a little ?" He was not used to approximations. Not from Slav, at least, and this was oddly suspicious.

Slav pressed some buttons. An angel nearby landed to record the process, some more stopped rushing to take a look. The bytor pianoted on the computers. Looking concerned. Then panicked. The warmth of the chair was amplifiying. Keith's back started to itch. Okay, he knew it.

"Slav… I think something’s wrong", hushed Keith.

"I know, the realities process are messing up. It’s becoming dangerous. You might end up somewhere undesired. "

"I’m sorry ?!" Keith's eyes grasped some other's. None of them seemed particularly confident either.

"See this blue cable over there ? It’s the reason everything process backward. It seems the S.C.O. composition is turned down." Keith had no idea what could S.C.O. stand for, but he clearly supposed what could result out of a backward process. He looked down, following one of Slav's fingers, pointed down.

A snake of bundled up wire layed down between his feet. Somehow, it seemed wet, like if it had leaked. The chair was getting even hotter. Almost painfully.

"Ya, I see it. Can I get up ? It’s getting too much hot in there."  Keith begun to leave the chair but promptly collapsed back on it as Slav darted his eyes at him, screeching.

"DON’T! THE PROCESS HAS ALREADY STARTED ! IF YOU LEAVE YOU'LL END UP LOST IN BETWEEN WORLDS ! "

"Yeah, but your wires aren’t connected. You’ll retry again later, it doesn’t…"

"KEITH STAY ON THE CHAIR ! THE REALITIES ARE NOT CORRECTLY…!"

" …matter."

" TIED !"

Suddenly, the heat burned. Keith screamed but no sounds seemed to escape. The worlds went blank and everything melted along the chair, and Keith on it. His brain got crushed between his bones, his nerves caught fire and what he tought was pain felt like tenderness compared to what he was living.

When the agony took an end, he was lying dead on the floor of a bedroom.

“A dream. It was a fucking dream.”

The phrase echoed, as if somebody has just said the same out loud.

"I slip you not, Pidge, it wasn’t a dream. I swear, I heard somebody screaming here !"

"Lance. I’m standing just here, we’ve looked every-fuckin-where here. There’s no one."

"But I…"

"Huh, I am here ? scoffed Keith, offensed, I mean I know I'm short, but not that short. "

"Let’s get going. We’re already late and you drive even faster than usual when we are."

"Pidge. We’re always late."

"I know. That's why I both hate and love you."

Two of the three teenagers left the room. The human ones. Left alone, the angel dropped on his knees. After all the unheard screams, a whisper left his lips and sunk into the emptyness of the room.

"Fuck. It wasn’t…"

Feathers run down his spine. A shiny, decorated mirror above some white fancy table reflected him in-between snapshots and necklaces. Pale, almost sickly, draped in a soft fabric. Framed by two large falcon-like wings. Small but heavy on his shoulders as realization sunk in.

So here Keith was, since two days. Following a highschooler from home to classes and classes to home. He wore a tunic, no sandals, tripped in feathers countless times because of wings he didn’t remember possessing ever. He had no idea why nor what.

But Keith was dead. And now, he had someone to ward off it.

[potatomoonjuice]

Adding to this^

Marvel will literally put a guy on top of another guy, chest on chest, and swear on their life they're not gay. BFFR