soaring through the christmas lights: klance

prologue

Long ago, up above in the bright, clouded sky, lived an entire universe of angels, both natural born and those that had been proven good of heart to pass on into this world. And in this world, is a tradition. Where twelve hand selected angels go down to the mortal world and grant their chosen mortal's Christmas wish and then return to their normal life as an angel. The thing is though, there soon came a prophecy. That someday, one angel wouldn't come back, but the cause is unknown.

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Keith moved around in his desk uncomfortably, his wings were getting the way of him actually being able to get any work done. Sure, he could easily make them not visible to everyone else, but they would still be difficult for him. Seriously, mortals that wished they had wings, should be grateful they don't have to deal with it!

Pidge, a friend of Keith's and coworker, looked up at her miserable friend, groaning. "If you're having such a hard time with the wings, why can't you just change your chair to something that actually allows them to move? Y'know, like the rest of us?" She gestures to all the other angels that were working in the office currently.

Keith just shrugged. "These chairs are just more professional than some dumb yoga balls you all sit on."

"Hey! They're comfortable!" She gave a death glare.

He rolled his eyes and tried to focus on his work, rather than how uncomfortable his back was. Keith and Pidge were in the determining department, where they read through all the deeds a mortal has done and start the process on whether they can join them up in heaven, join the devils down in Hell, or even don't pass on at all. He personally thought the process really wasn't fair. Especially considering the mortal saying "Your mistakes are what make you human."

Then again, they're the same people that have some still believe that their Earth is flat. So that little fact kind of evens it out.

"Keith, do you ever wonder how you're a natural born angel, yet the moodiest one there is?" Pidge asks out of the blue.

He raised an eyebrow, looking up at her. "Seriously?

"Yes seriously, I died at the age of fifteen and I'm still lucky that I ended up here." This answer caused Keith to bite his lip. Pidge's death was often a touchy subject with them. Since Keith was the one that helped start the process of whether she was coming up here or not, which she knew. He just didn't want to think about it right now.

So, he just shrugs. "I guess you have a point, but you're still one of the moodiest angels around here." Pidge glares, and if she was still a mortal, she'd be flipping him off. But since it's illegal to do so, she can't. Which makes Keith laugh.

Some human Christmas music played faintly in the background as everyone in the department worked. Which sent Keith's mind to the traditional "12 Days of Christmas Wish-Granting" and how there have only been ten angels already chosen, leaving only two more remaining. And he's never told anyone, but Keith has always wondered what it would be like to actually go to the mortal world and grant a wish. More like he wants to experience what it's actually like to live a mortal life.

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Lance stared up at his dorm room ceiling, having not moved for almost two hours. His roommate, Ryan Kinkade, glanced over to him, giving a concerned look in his direction. The sophomore teaching major noticed. "Ryan, I promise I'll be fine hanging around here by myself. I don't want to intrude on your Christmas with your family and James." He gave him the quiet guy an assuring smile.

Ryan sighed, grunting while he nodded. There was a knock at the door, before it slowly opened. James Griffin, Kinkade's boyfriend, was pulling a scarlet suitcase behind him. "Hey, Serrano," James waved, Lance giving a nod in response. "Ready to go?" He turned his attention to his boyfriend. The Photography major nodded, zipping up his suitcase and walking up to James, kissing his cheek.

Lance slowly sat up, looking at the boyfriends. "Have a nice Christmas, Lance." Ryan smiled. Lance gave a small one and waved as they two of them left the room. He sighed, laying back down and curled up into a ball. He looked up at the photo of his family he had hung up on the wall, slightly tearing up.

"I miss you guys...A lot." Lance hugged his stuffed shark, Mr. Sharky tightly as he began to cry.

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After finally getting used to it, Keith had finally made a lot more progress with his assignments. But then suddenly, a notification pops up, which sends him to the one in charge, Their second in command, Krolia. She is the oldest angel here, but also one of the most bravest of them all.

So why is Keith here? Well, he had no idea.

"Hello, Keith." Krolia's voice could be heard from multiple directions, causing him to look around him. "I know you're wondering what you're doing here, but I assure you, it's for a good cause." She finally appeared before Keith, sitting on what appeared to be, a couch?

Keith rose an eyebrow at her. "What? They're comfortable and that's important for the wings," she states. "Now, I'm sure you know about the "12 Days of Christmas Wish-Granting"?"

He nods. "Of course, that's what most are talking about, especially in the finalization department."

Krolia chuckled. "Not surprising, they tend to be very bored with their jobs, so they gossip to fill the time. But here's the thing, you've been hand-selected by the Lord themself, to grant a Christmas wish."

"Wait, what?" Keith's eyes widened. "Wh-Why me?"

"C'mon, we've all seen you be fascinated with our people down below, whether you admit it or not." She gave him a warm smile.

He gulped. "But-but, Krolia, I'm not trained for this, I've never even been to the surface world before since I'm-"

"A natural born, I'm aware," Krolia nods. "But this human really needs you, and the Lord truly believes you're up for the task."

Keith awkwardly rubbed his arm, biting his lip as he thought about it. Sure, he's always been curious of what it was like to live in the surface world, or even meet a mortal. But granting a Christmas wish, from what he's heard anyways, is one of the most important things an angel can do. But it wasn't like a genie granting a wish, the angel literally has to help the mortal achieve their wish. Luckily if the wish needs a lot of money, the heavens would still provide the chosen angel with the supplies they'll need. "When shall I be sent down there?"

She summons some luggage with all the supplies that Keith will need, money, clothes, wing care product, toiletries. "Immediately, it's only twelve days until Christmas Day I'm afraid. Here's your assignment." A piece of paper appeared in his hands, so he read it and his eyes widened. This will be a Christmas to remember.