Across Every Universe - JFK Jr.
: ̗̀➛ Pairing: jfk jr × reader (yn)
: ̗̀➛ Genre: alternate universe, romance, slightly angsty, multiple lifetimes, fluff, open ending, (a very short) oneshot
: ̗̀➛ Summary: Love that transcends time, space, and reality. Every universe presents a different life, different challenges, but he finds ways to reach her. Sometimes openly, sometimes subtly. There’s a thread connecting them: the memories, feelings, or small tokens of his love.
: ̗̀➛ no warnings
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The Journalist’s Confession
The rain had been falling for hours, painting the streets of New York in streaks of silver and shadow. Inside the small, dimly lit café on the corner of 7th Avenue, John sat in his usual booth by the window, notebook open, pen poised. He wasn’t here to write about politics tonight. He was here for her, YN.
He had seen her before, in fleeting moments: a glance at a press conference, a shadow crossing a hotel lobby, or a smile exchanged at a charity gala he couldn’t attend. But tonight, the city had conspired to bring them together under the same roof.
YN was oblivious. She ordered her usual black coffee, no sugar and slid into the booth opposite his, her umbrella dripping water onto the floor. She looked exactly the same, yet everything had changed. He had waited years for this, surviving headlines, scrutiny, and whispers, always keeping his heart tethered to a memory that refused to fade.
He watched her stir her coffee, a subtle nervous gesture he remembered from long ago. His pen hovered over the page. *How do you tell someone they are the story of your entire life without sounding like a headline?*
The courage that had taken him decades to muster condensed into a single action. He slid a folded note across the table.
YN glanced down, curious, eyebrows knitting together. The note read:
"I’ve loved you in every story I’ve ever told. Always, J."
Her breath hitched slightly. She looked up, searching his face. For a fraction of a second, the café noise seemed to vanish. She knew him. She had always known him but now, the truth hung between them, fragile as glass and heavy as history.
Outside, the rain continued to fall, a relentless chorus. Inside, a moment of possibility unfolded, a lifetime of unspoken words finally touching the light.
The Social Media Ghost
The city hummed with neon lights and the constant thrum of traffic, but YN didn’t notice any of it. She was focused on the screen in front of her, reviewing a presentation for her tech startup. Innovation, investors, deadlines it consumed her.
She didn’t see him.
Not in the office, not in the crowded streets, not even in her social media notifications. But he saw her. Every post she made, every photo, every tweet he was there. Anonymous, careful, always one step behind, always one step closer.
John, known online only as “the Archivist,” had built a life of shadows. Nobody knew his face, his voice, or the history that bound him to hers. But he left traces: a like here, a comment there, a message that seemed accidental but wasn’t.
Today, she had posted a photo of a street mural—a quote about second chances. He stared at it, fingers hovering over the keyboard.
“Some things are worth finding, even across lifetimes.”
He didn’t send it. Not yet. Instead, he arranged their worlds to collide in a way that seemed random. A coffee shop she hadn’t been to in months. A table by the window, rain streaking the glass. And there he was her favorite barista, though she didn’t recognize him yet.
“Your coffee,” he said softly, sliding a cup across the counter. Their fingers brushed for a fleeting second.
YN looked up. For a heartbeat, everything felt familiar, like a memory she couldn’t place.
Who is this? she wondered. But something in his eyes an echo of recognition, of history made her heart skip.
He smiled faintly, turning back to the shadows of the café. Not yet, he thought. One day, she’ll know. One day, I’ll be seen.
And in the quiet hum of the city, the game continued. A love persistent, patient, hidden in plain sight digital footprints that whispered, “I am here, always.”
The Eternal Reincarnation
In a realm where the sky shimmered with colors that did not exist on Earth, John knelt in the forest clearing, sword in hand, watching YN as she spoke to the council of elders. She was radiant, unafraid, every movement a blend of grace and strength.
He had lived many lives, always meeting her in different forms: as a knight defending kingdoms, a bard singing songs that only she could hear, a traveler guiding lost souls. Every lifetime, the world shifted, but she remained the constant the center of a gravity his heart could never escape.
Yet every lifetime ended before he could speak the words he longed to say. Every curse, every battle, every twist of fate conspired to keep his love just beyond reach.
Today was no different.
“Sir,” a fellow knight whispered. “The council will not wait.”
John exhaled, feeling the familiar ache. But this time, he left something behind—a silver pendant, engraved with a single letter: Y.
Later, YN would find it. She would wonder who left it, who had been watching over her, who had loved her without end. And though she might never know the full truth in this life, the magic of the pendant carried a whisper across realms:
“Across worlds, I will find you.”
He rose, eyes following her as she moved through the clearing. One lifetime, one world, one chance. And yet, he knew: there would be another. And another. And in each one, his heart would never forget.
The sky shimmered brighter, almost as if acknowledging the vow he had made in lifetimes past. And somewhere, deep in the threads of reality, YN felt a fleeting warmth, a connection she couldn’t explain, a presence she couldn’t see.
Parallel Universe Explorer
YN adjusted the controls on the multiverse scanner, the hum of the machine echoing in the lab. She had spent years perfecting it, chasing theories that others called impossible. Worlds beyond worlds, realities branching endlessly. And yet, she hadn’t expected to see him.
Not here. Not like this.
John appeared in the holographic projection a version of him from a parallel universe, older, wearier, but with the same eyes that had haunted her dreams for as long as she could remember.
He smiled faintly. “I’ve been waiting.”
YN’s heart skipped. There was something eerily familiar in his voice, a resonance that went beyond memory or recognition. “Who—how—?” she stammered, reaching out to the glass of the projection.
“Across universes, I’ve been looking for you,” he said. “Every version of me, every reality… it always ends the same. I find you. And I never stop loving you.”
Her hand trembled. The machine whirred, reality bending slightly as timelines overlapped. In one, he was a professor lecturing on quantum physics; in another, a pilot navigating a stormy sky; in another still, a stranger passing on the street but the eyes, always the eyes, always searching.
“Why now?” she whispered.
“Because now, maybe, we can finally meet,” he said. The projection flickered, then solidified. The lab’s air crackled with energy as the boundaries between universes thinned. And for the first time, she felt him real, tangible, impossible yet undeniable.
Across infinite realities, across countless lifetimes, one truth remained: he would find her. Always.
Historical AU – Hidden Glances
The summer sun hung low over the Kennedy compound, casting long shadows across manicured lawns. John, young and impossibly charming, leaned against a marble pillar, scanning the crowd of reporters and politicians. Duty bound him, family expectations constrained him but his thoughts were elsewhere.
YN was there, notebook in hand, interviewing officials with quiet authority. Her hair caught the sunlight just right, her laughter soft yet bright enough to cut through the summer heat. Every gesture, every smile, felt like it had been carved into his memory decades ago.
He wanted to run to her, speak the words that had filled every quiet night of his youth: "I’ve loved you since the first moment I saw you." But protocol, family, and circumstance demanded silence.
Instead, he left small traces of himself, secret notes folded into her press materials, a careful “accidental” brush of hands as she passed, a fleeting glance that lasted just a heartbeat too long.
One evening, under the cover of twilight, he found her in the garden, away from prying eyes.
“YN,” he murmured, voice low.
She turned, startled, yet something in her eyes softened as she recognized him. “J…?”
He smiled, a mixture of longing and restraint. “I’ve waited… always.”
She swallowed, caught between duty and desire, history and heart. Words remained unspoken, but in that fleeting twilight, they shared a connection stronger than any family obligation, stronger than circumstance.
Even if the world would never allow them to be together, he knew: his love would endure. Across decades, across universes, across lifetimes, it would always find a way back to her.
And as they parted that evening, the air heavy with unfulfilled promises, John carried with him the same vow he had whispered in countless other worlds: " I will always find you."
Epilogue: Across Every Universe
Somewhere, beyond the limits of time, space, and reality, a single truth pulsed through all existence: he would always find her.
In one universe, a rain-soaked café held a note that whispered decades of longing. In another, a digital ghost traced her every move, leaving traces of devotion in the corners of a bustling modern city. In yet another, a knight, a bard, a traveler, lifetimes of love repeated endlessly stood in a magical forest, leaving a silver pendant to carry a silent vow.
Across infinite worlds, across shifting timelines, across the fabric of the multiverse itself, he sought her. And in every reality, she felt him. A glance, a touch, a fleeting smile, small echoes that reminded her of something she could never fully name.
Even in the past, under the golden sun of a 1960s summer, he left secret messages and hidden glances, constrained by history but bound by a devotion that could never be erased. Every life, every timeline, every incarnation was different, but the heart remained the same.
And somewhere always he waited, hoping that in some universe, some lifetime, some stolen moment, their paths would cross fully, and nothing would stand in the way of what had been destined since the first heartbeat of his love.
Because love like his did not die, did not fade, and did not end. It stretched across realities, defied time, and found its way back to her, always, in every universe.
And in that endless thread of fate, one thought remained clear: "No matter the world, no matter the life, I will always find you."
There will be no further updates. All unfinished stories will now be continued and updated on the new account.
Continue reading my ongoing (and incomplete) works there at @baethea
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