#iridescent love ch. 18

[sparklekitteh]

Come Back to Me

Chapter 4: Two Idiots

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Pairing: Jean Kirschtein x fem!Reader, mention of Jean X Mikasa and Mikasa x Eren, Sasha x Connie (Springles forever <3)

Rating: Chapters 1-4 are SFW; Chapter 5 is 18+, Minors do not interact

WC: 4500 (Ch 4); 15970 total

Notes: Modern college AU, characters are aged up to early 20s, idiots to lovers, slowish burn, angst to happy ending, pining, fluff and sappiness, smut eventually

Summary: Beach episode! Jean gets crafty, prompting a heart to heart with Y/N.

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The quartet spent hours on the shore, nibbling sandwiches and swimming until the sun sank low amidst the waves. Connie and Sasha mostly stayed in the water while Y/N made good on her wish to take a quick swim with Jean and then nap on a blanket under the umbrella he lugged down from the house. Once he was satisfied Y/N was safe in her slumber and the other two weren’t actively drowning themselves, Jean wandered away to comb the beach for seashells.

He settled himself near a rocky outcropping where he discovered a large tide pool that held some interesting offerings. For quite a while he meticulously picked through the ephemera, examining and selecting with great care. He reached into the pocket of his swim trunks and produced a pocket knife, a small coil of thin silver wire, and a length of fine leather cord. With a quick glance to his left he saw Connie and Sasha splashing each other happily, and another peek over his right shoulder assured him Y/N was still snoozing peacefully in the shade of the umbrella. He turned back to his tools and began to work. Nearly an hour later he sat back and inspected his creation: A bracelet strung with cowrie shells alternating with rose, aqua, and amber sea glass fragments wrapped in silver wire and appended to the leather cord, and in the center an iridescent snail shell flanked by two small starfish. Jean made a few adjustments before tucking away his tools into his pocket. From over his shoulder he heard soft padding footsteps in the sand and turned to see Y/N practically floating toward him, her sarong billowing softly in the sea breeze. “Hey sleepyhead, did you have a good nap?”

“It was fantastic! Exactly what I needed.” She knelt beside him and watched a tiny crab scuttle away with a morsel clutched in its claw. “I was thinking about taking a walk before it gets too dark to look for shells. Want to come with me?”

“I gathered a few already just sitting here,” he chuckled, scooped up a handful from the pile and placed them in her palm. He folded her fingers closed and held her hand in his for a heartbeat. As he drew his hand away and she uncurled her fingers, her eyes widened at the bracelet lying on top of the shells. “I made this for you.”

She drew in a breath as she studied the way his crooked smile offset his angular jaw, the reflection of the setting sun on the waves dancing in his golden eyes.

“For me?”

He nodded, leaning over to fasten the bracelet around her wrist. “I tried to match the colors to the beads you’re wearing. Do you like it?”

“I love it.”

She turned her wrist over, admiring his craftsmanship. Jean had often gifted her with the product of some artistic whim -- sketches she admired as she watched him draw, failed attempts at origami, and her favorite: a tiny clay figurine of a sleeping cat. Even so, his previous gifts had not felt like this, like he had set out to create something special for her and not just to express some creative energy. “This is so thoughtful, Jean… thank you.” She gave him a hug, indulging herself by embracing him for a beat longer than her standard hug. A sudden shyness overwhelmed her and she stood up quickly. “Let’s go take that walk,” she tugged on his arm. As he rose to follow her, she stole the baseball cap off his head and popped it backward on her own, giggling as she trotted away from him. He played at protesting as he reached up to pull the hair tie away and let his hair cascade down his neck before jogging after her.

They strolled down the beach, close enough to the water to feel the foam of the surf wash over their feet and erase their footprints as they walked. Jean bent down to pick up a pink shell and handed it to Y/N as they talked about their ideas for the summer break. He was thinking of visiting his mother in Trost and offered to take Y/N with him to see her parents next door. She agreed it was probably time to make a visit since she hadn’t seen her family since the day she flew back to Paradis in January.

Jean asked her if she had any plans and she shrugged. “I hadn’t really thought past this trip, to be honest. I was going to take some time to just chill and try to write again,” she mused. “Being with you three has inspired me but I haven’t had time to actually put anything on paper yet.”

He nodded and said softly, “I’m so glad to hear that, Y/N. Feels like the old days when we were just four dunces but together we were an unstoppable force of nature.”

Y/N laughed as she nodded. “I missed you guys so much in Marley. Not that I didn’t try to make friends there but they were all so serious and goal-oriented, not really looking for relationships past networking or acquaintances. Not a single person I met had time to enjoy life, just work and study constantly. At least in Paradis there’s time to appreciate what we have here. This island really is beautiful,” she looked out over the pinks and oranges of the sunset melting into the purple and deep blue of the sea. She turned her head back to Jean who was watching her speak, his hazel eyes absorbing the fiery sunset and burning like embers. Her own eyes traced the outline of his face, noting that the baby fat of his cheeks had subsided into a chiseled jaw fit to make a Greek god jealous. She shivered a little at the growing chill in the air and linked her arm around his to turn him back toward the row of beach houses solemnly waiting in the distance. His arm completed the loop and he put his hands in his pockets as they retraced their washed out steps.

“Sometimes you don’t realize what you have until it’s gone,” Jean mused softly, tilting his head to the side. “But I guess you found that out once the bright promise of Marley faded, huh Sunshine?”

Y/N lightly nudged him with her shoulder and his face broke into that wide, lopsided grin that always made her cringe and her heart soar with joy at the same time. “Talk about embarrassing nicknames, Jeanboy,” she groaned but squeezed his arm entwined with hers. He laughed and nudged her with his elbow.

“I missed being silly with you -- hearing you laugh,” Jean’s grin faded slowly to a solemn, distant look as he fell silent again. They walked on for several more minutes before he spoke again.

“Did I ever tell you why Mikasa broke up with me?” he asked and his casual abruptness staggered Y/N.

“No,” she said slowly, trying to keep her tone even. “I, uh… I figured you would tell me in your own time.”

Jean turned his gaze back to their path along the beach. “I should have seen it, but you know I can be a thick-headed jackass. She’s naturally reserved and serious, and her mysterious air captivated me at first. I thought she was so cool. But… she just never… never opened up. I still don’t know that much about her even though we dated for nearly a year. I don’t know her mother’s name, or what her favorite food is, or if she’s afraid of spiders. She just… never told me. Never wanted to tell me unless I asked, and I quit doing that after a while. I shared so much with her, just rattled on like a damn fool about myself, and my mom adored her -- naturally,” he groaned and Y/N’s heart ached to recall Mrs. Kirschtein’s endearing enthusiasm that so grated on Jean. “What she couldn’t stop talking about was Eren Jaeger. The way she talked about him, I thought he was her brother. I guess he kind of is -- Jaeger’s parents adopted her after she was orphaned. She and Eren grew up with Armin Arlert -- you know, that guy who’s a speech and debate champion?”

“Yeah, I’ve seen him around. We had a couple of classes in the same building since he’s a communications major.”

“Mm-hm. I probably know more about Eren and Armin than I do about her. Like that scarf she always wears? Eren gave it to her when she came to live with his family and she never takes it off. I mean never. When we went out to dinner with Eren and Armin and I complimented her hair in front of them, Eren told her it was too long -- and she cut it off that same day, no questions asked. Not that she needed my permission,” he smiled weakly and Y/N returned it with an encouraging nod. Jean, ever the gentleman, would never dream of imposing his will over a woman’s appearance. “I thought it was weird at first, then it started to creep me out, made me jealous -- considering he was supposed to be family to her or whatever, she sure seemed to think he hung the moon.”

“What happened? I thought you two were so happy when you sent me that pic at the cafe.”

Jean turned his head away from her, staring out toward the swaying grass growing up from the dunes. “That photo… that was the first time she let me take her out without Eren. I had to practically beg her not to bring him with us and every part of the conversation was Eren. How Eren liked his coffee -- no cream, four sugars-- or how she had to secretly switch him to decaf because he kept starting fist fights in the cafeteria at breakfast. I seriously couldn’t tell any more if she thought she was his sister, his mother, his girlfriend… and I’m not sure she really knows either.”

“Oh wow,” Y/N said quietly. “Jean, I had no idea you were suffering like that… I’m so sorry. I noticed you seemed down around that time. Now I wish I had asked you about it. Maybe I could’ve helped, or at least listened.”

“I didn’t want you to worry, Y/N. You had enough on you already and I had Sasha and Connie.”

Y/N shot him a skeptical look, “Yeah, I bet they were helpful.” She loved those two but they were not her first choice of counselors.

“Ha! They tried,” he burst out and Y/N was relieved to hear his rich laughter again. God, she had missed that. “Sasha heals all things with food but she's kind and genuine. Connie is dense as hell but once he’s clued in he is ride or die. But advice on relationships? Not their specialty.”

“Kind of ironic considering how long they’ve been together,” she snickered.

“Honestly, I don’t think they understand how it works either; they’re locked into each other’s orbit and it works so they just don’t question it.”

This rang true to Y/N -- Jean was always adept at sizing up people. “From what you’ve told me it sounds like you were really trying to make it work and Mikasa was oblivious. What happened to make her decide to break it off?”

“So... the day it happened I was feeling bad because she had to step into another argument between me and Eren earlier that week and I was short with her about it. She hadn’t talked to me for days and I felt horrible about being such a dick. I took a walk to blow off some steam and decided to buy her flowers to apologize. When I got to the florist I realized I didn’t know what her favorite was. I didn’t even know if she liked flowers! I knew Eren thought the roses I sent her for Valentine’s Day were too sappy and Eren didn’t like the violets I gave her on her birthday because they made him sneeze. He threw out the daisies I picked for her because he said they were just weeds. All I heard echoing in my head was Eren, Eren, Eren, and it made me damned furious. So I walked out of the florist and marched down to her apartment; I was ready to tell her exactly what I thought and if Eren was around I would clobber the guy.”

“Oh shit, Jean, you didn’t hurt anyone did you?” Y/N breathed, recalling their elementary school years when Jean’s fierce temper got him into many scuffles. She was unaware that her grip on his arm had tightened until she felt the muscle in his forearm flex. He had removed his hands from his pockets but they were clenched into fists at his sides.

“No need -- they weren’t even there. Armin gave me a note Mikasa had left explaining she and Eren had decided to move back to Shiganshina, that she felt terrible for stringing me along, that she never meant to hurt me but Eren had confessed to her and she was finally happy. And that was it, they had run out the door almost as soon as I had walked out,” he said as he mimed tearing up that letter and threw his hands in the air. “I didn’t hear from her again. She -- they -- were just gone.”

There was a long, heavy silence while they walked, allowing her to mull over what he had divulged to her. No wonder he had sounded devastated when he broke the news and had refused to say another word about it until now. “Can I ask you something, Jean?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Why did you say you thought it was your fault? I don't see how you'd think that after what you just told me.”

His unhurried pace slowed and he took a deep breath, turned to face her and took her hands in his. His palms felt clammy but his fingers were strong and steady, thumbs brushing over her knuckles. So many competing emotions battled for control of his handsome face: Guilt, regret, fear… then hope.

“Y/N, we’ve been friends practically since birth, since before we understood the concept of ‘friend.’ Until you went off to Marley, you were a daily fixture of my life. Always there, waiting for me to get home or to reveal to me some new wonder outdoors. Always patiently guarding me when I was vulnerable and I didn’t give you another thought. You never judged me when I was a little crybaby, running to my mom for every little scrape and taunt. You stuck by my side when I was an insufferable jerk swinging a fist at anyone who dared to look at me the wrong way. Our whole lives I just assumed you would always be there and I didn’t fucking get it until you were leaving. Even after you were gone, you never once told me it was a bad time to talk or ignored a text.

“Mikasa noticed. She knew about our friendship and she said she didn’t mind but … in the letter she wrote that I made her realize she would be coming between you and I and that would be like splitting up a family. She couldn’t bear it if something like that happened with her and Eren, and conveniently he had asked her to go away with him.”

“How is that your fault?” Y/N’s voice shook.

“Listen, I was afraid all this year, since January when you came back. I was afraid Mikasa was right -- that I was an idiot and that no matter what I did next I would ruin everything. I was so scared of messing up that the studio became my hiding place, and I was hiding from myself.”

“Jean, what the hell are you talking about?” She was genuinely confused. Was he trying to tell her he had to push her away so he could pursue Mikasa? The thought made her stomach twist with fear. Just as she was starting to awaken to her attraction to her friend he was going to slip away from her, eroding just like their footsteps had in the wash of the waves.

“Y/N,” Jean whispered, raising a long, slender finger under her chin and tilting it upward to gaze into her startled eyes. “I’m trying to tell you that I’m in love with you. I always have been… but it took you going away and me trying to find someone to fill your absence to understand what I’ve been feeling all my life.”

Y/N stared at him dumbfounded. They’d casually finished many calls and texts with “love ya,” just as they both did with Sasha and Connie, and she did not doubt his sincerity but those words had never held this kind of weight, this promise as when he spoke them to her now.

“Jean,” she breathed. She did not break eye contact with him but was too stunned to complete her thought. She was still sorting through everything and making sense of it when he stepped back from her, dropping her hands. His eyes grew wide and he spun on his heel, clasping his hands over his ears and gritting his teeth.

“Oh god, you don’t feel the same way. Shit. Shit! I’m sorry, I’m such a fucking idiot,” he sobbed, his broad shoulders shaking. “I knew I was going to fuck it all up.” The grief in his voice struck her like a knife in her heart.

She was left speechless by the sudden knot in her throat, winded by the sickening void in her gut. She didn’t know what else to do so she wrapped her arms around her dearest friend as her chest tightened and pressed her face into his shuddering back. Hot tears flowed down her cheeks and the back of his shirt. Her heart shattered and her only thought was the sensation of her best friend weeping in her arms as she cried with him.

I’m such a dumbass! He just poured out his heart to me -- offered his heart to me -- and I just stood there gawking at him!

She took a long, measured breath. Resolve flooded deep into her chest, washing away the doubt and confusion clouding her mind. She raised her head from his back and unwound her arms from his waist, then stepped around his large frame until she was facing him again. She placed her hands over his and waited. His broad shoulders stopped shaking as he opened his watery eyes, knotted brow softening when he saw her smiling through her tears. He allowed her to guide his hands down from his red ears to cup her cheeks.

“You’re not an idiot, Jeanbo. If anyone is an idiot, it’s me because I should have told you a long time ago that I love you too.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and raised herself on her toes as far as she could stretch, though it still wasn’t far enough to reach his face. He hunched over and crashed his lips into hers, swiped his thumbs over her tears. His lips held the salty tang of the sea air but kissing him was the sweetest thing she'd ever tasted. She smoothed her hands over his long hair, so soft and fragrant with citrus and spice. She could feel the tension in his temples and knew he probably had given himself a headache grinding his teeth again, an old habit he’d developed when they were young and he was plagued with bullies for a time. She gently massaged his temples and he hummed in relief, the sound vibrating against her lips. He captured her bottom lip between his and sucked gently, released her with a wet pop, then tenderly pressed his velvet lips again to hers.

I am kissing Jean Kirschtein, her voice buzzed in her mind. Jeanbo. My neighbor. My best friend. My roommate. My love. My… heart. My heart.

She felt another hot tear roll down her face and she couldn’t be sure if it came from her or Jean, but she melted into him when his big arms engulfed her, lifting her off her feet and into a tight embrace, all the while never breaking the kiss. She held him tight in her arms, marveling at how strong he was and yet so gentle as his hand caressed her hair. When he finally allowed his lips to part from hers, he touched his forehead to hers and released a shaky sigh.

“Y/N, for a minute I thought --” he started but she cut him off by peppering his face with staccato kisses, covering his forehead, his eyelids, matching the light sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of his nose, conjuring a breathy laugh from him. She ended her affectionate assault with another long kiss on his puffy pink lips. He lowered her back down to the sand, then collapsed into a sitting position as he pulled her into his lap. She snuggled into his chest, her head tucked under his chin where his fine whiskers tickled her face but she didn’t care. All she wanted right now was to be close to him, holding onto him as the sunset gave way to night. Jean was quiet for a long time as he ran his long fingers through her soft hair, as if he was drifting pleasantly on the scent of her coconut shampoo. Finally, he gave her a gentle squeeze and murmured a barely audible thanks against her head, punctuating it with a kiss.

“Thanks for what?” she asked as she tilted her face up to his, which he took as an invitation to kiss her again and she let him.

“For knowing me,” he muttered against her lips. He pulled his head back to look into her eyes, memorizing her face as if he was seeing her for the first time. “I mean really getting me, before I even understand myself. You have the biggest heart, Sunshine.”

She buried her face in his chest. “Yeah, some wordsmith I am. I was so flabbergasted that all thoughts left my head, Jean. I think I scared the hell out of you. And myself.”

“Damn right you did,” he squeezed her. “I thought that I had crossed the line and you didn’t think of me as anything more than a friend. That… wrecked me.” He kissed her forehead and clutched her to his chest, still hiccuping a little. “I'm sorry for getting so emotional.”

“Don’t be sorry, baby, I’ve always been here when you needed a shoulder to cry on and I always will be.”

“Baby? That’s a new one,” he grinned. “I like it.”

She rested her palm on his chest, fascinated with the way his shirt clung to every curve and ridge, the way his heart hammered beneath her touch. “You’ll always be Jeanbo to me but I’m sure I’ll come up with some new names for you.”

“As long as it’s not Horse Face,” he sighed.

She pulled her face away from his chest with a look of mock offense. “I would never!”

“I know,” he said softly. “You never have, even when we were little kids. I remember that time you punched a boy when he called me that at the park.” The pure adoration radiating from his face made her melt into his arms circling her waist, fingers tracing over her skin just above her hips.

“Yo, it’s bonfire time!” Y/N and Jean craned their heads to see Connie and Sasha carrying a cooler and watermelons down the beach to a pile of sticks and debris on the sand. Sasha spotted the two cuddling figures and shouted a delighted whoop, then punched Connie’s shoulder and pointed their direction. He cheered as he dropped the cooler by the woodpile. “Did you two finally bang it out or what?”

Jean scooped up a handful of sand and launched it at Connie with a smirk. “None of your business, dummy, but for your information we--”

“Ooh, it’s ‘we’ now?” Sasha teased in a syrupy voice as she plopped down next to the huddled couple with three watermelons.

Y/N circled her arms around Jean’s neck and gave him a warm kiss on the cheek, causing him to blush brightly enough to be seen even in the dim light. “It’s ‘we’ now,” she agreed. Jean’s eyes softened, his pupils so wide and dark she could barely see his golden irises.

Sasha’s expression shifted from mischievous to serious and her brown eyes drifted between Jean and Y/N. “I hope we didn’t interrupt you too much. Do you need us to leave?”

Jean nuzzled into Y/N’s hair and softly whispered, “You ok if we continue our conversation later?”

“Of course,” she nodded. Jean hugged her close and kissed her cheek, then turned his head to Sasha.

“It’s fine, Sash. I think a bonfire sounds nice right about now.” He rubbed his hands over the goosebumps on Y/N’s arms. “It’s getting a little chilly out here.” Sasha nodded and crushed them both in a tight hug, then wandered off to help Connie light the bonfire. After untangling themselves, Jean and Y/N entwined their fingers together and walked in comfortable silence to the fire pit to join Connie on a large quilt spread out near the flickering campfire. Sasha had stacked several others in a pile from which Jean chose a large red and white striped blanket and wrapped around himself and Y/N with a graceful sweep of his arm. She snuggled into his side and he rested his arm across her shoulders.

“Hey lovers, do you want beer or are you already kiss drunk?” Connie cackled as he waved two freshly opened bottles, the necks pinched between his knuckles. Jean accepted them and offered one to Y/N, not even bothered by Connie’s ribbing. He was absolutely beaming now, his familiar lopsided grin gleaming in the firelight as he joked with his friends. The change in his demeanor was not unnoticed.

“I’m so glad to see this Jean again,” Sasha's eyes twinkled as she sat beside Y/N. Jean didn’t seem to hear her over Connie’s loud storytelling.

“Me too, Sasha.” Y/N took a sip from her bottle before she rested her hand on his knee and Jean crooked his elbow to kiss her forehead with a glowing smile. “Hey, thanks for being there for him when I couldn’t. You’re a good friend, and Connie is too.”

Sasha squealed and hugged her. “I know we tease each other all the time but Jean’s kin to us, and so are you. We’re like four corners of a square. Square Squad? I dunno, I’ll work on that. Do you want some watermelon?”

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Bracelet art credit: @onyx_the_sh0rk on Twitter (Thank you!)

Thank you so much for all the comments, reblogs, and support! Chapter 5 will be coming soon too, probably by 8/1. Just heads up (spoilers!), Ch 5 is gonna have some NSFW content but I think the story ending at chapter 4 stands on its own if you're underage or squeamish.

Also, commissioned from the incredible @jjkirschtein on Twitter (theartofsaga on Instagram) is this amazing art:

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[mayrubyy]

Clouded III

➻ Pairing- Chanyeol x Reader  ➻ Genre - Angst + Fwb! 

➻ Word Count - 3.7k  

➻ Rating - (M) Warning! this contains strong language, fwb, sexual and angst themes that are intended for mature audiences. Please don’t read if you’re not comfortable with the said themes and if you’re under 18! 

A/N - hey guys, so.. it is time to say goodbye and i was always full of hope and love for this series. sadly, it won’t see the light of day like i hoped for but in all it’s unfinished, glory, i present to you ~ Chapter III of Clouded.

This is my last post. So, farewell. 

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.  ･ ｡ × fragments=͟͟͞͞evanescent-lucid͟͟-transcending × ｡･ .  

Wayfaring aimlessly, you were drenched from head to toe and your senses were heavily distorted. The icy pellets of rain were unrelenting, not gentle in the slightest as they slapped against your skin. Streaks of lightning pierced through the forlorn sky in iridescent veins of electric and purple.The wind kept howling around you, the violent rainstorm having no mercy as it obscured your vision. Cars were zooming by at full speed, splashing puddles on to the pavement in their wake and when thunder roared above you, it sparked some kind of urgency in you as if the universe was telling you to take that one step forward, one step closer to starting a new chapter of your life– only you couldn't fathom that by doing so you were inviting trouble. 

All you could think of was Chanyeol and you found yourself knocking at his door, in the dead of the night.

Moreover, being completely soaked to the bone and nearly shivering to death wasn't fun. A mild wave of panic coursed through your body when you realized he wasn't answering the door. You rang the bell a few more times, begging, hoping and praying he was home. 

But, it was all drearily for nothing. 

Just when you were about to give up, you heard him shuffle. His footsteps thundered across the hallway and with a hasty turn of the knob, the door was ineptly flung open. The light fixtures in the foyer did little to illuminate his features, flickering about as they swathed his tall form in subtle hues of orange and gold. Chanyeol stood before you like a tower, silhouetting the buttery glow of his apartment and for a fleeting second, you couldn't decipher anything. Your mind was swirling in a heart stopping haze, his cologne dominating your senses as you stood there, wavering under his gaze. He rubbed his own bleary eyes, looking dazed and spaced out in the soft light, hair a complete mess, perhaps from wearing headphones. His breathing was erratic, chest tight against his shirt as it rose and fell, elucidating he had dashed all the way to get the door. To get to you. 

"Y/N?" He faltered, gaping at you with furrowed brows. "Wh-what are you doing here?" He asked you, dipping slightly to look at the expensive watch that adorned his wrist. "It's like one in the morning," ruffling the crimson locks away from his face, he tilted his head to the side like a lost pup and an awkward wave of silence crept between you two. The frigid air was stinging and your damp shirt was unpleasantly clinging to your body, the dewiness itching and nibbling away at your skin. Quivering in your bones, you wrapped your soaked arms around yourself and stuttered through chattering teeth. 

"Ch-Chanyeol… I'm c-cold."

"Fuck– my bad." He shuffled from one feet to the other before cautiously leaning towards you. "Here, let me–," then carefully draping his arm over your shoulder, he lead you inside, the warmth of his body effectively engulfing you as he did. The minute you set foot in his apartment, you were taken aback by how huge and spacious it was. And oddly enough, it was welcoming and cozy– just like him. 

It wasn't an ordinary apartment at all. It was rather luxurious for an undergrad and you could say you were mildly shook. You caught a whiff of coffee coming from his kitchen and some beats blaring through the headphones that sat tacitly on the counter. He was after all, much to your relief at home and completely immersed in music. That's why he couldn't hear you ring the bell or knock the door. He clumsily hooked his leg around the scaffold of the stool and dragged it closer to the island. Gently squeezing your shoulder, he ushered you to sit and after you quietly perched yourself down on the stool you looked up at him. His gorgeous pair of eyes sparkled as they met yours and deep in your heart, you felt relieved for having someone like him to rely on. A shoulder you could lean and cry on. 

"You, alright?" he asked you, concern swirling in his dark orbs. You kept your head low and nodded while he paced towards the coffee-maker and quickly grabbed a mug from the cupboard. He poured the hot liquid into it and scampered back to you. "You might want to have some. It'll help you warm up." He mumbled, voice deep and soothing to your ears. His fingers brushed softly against yours as you took the mug from him. "You probably need a warm bath too. I'll be right back." And with that he hurried away again, disappearing into the bedroom this time. He seemed anxious and quite restless like he didn't want to linger around you. 

You began to fret you were bothering him for turning up unannounced and so out of the blue like this. For a good moment you were contemplating whether to leave again. The door was right there, maybe you should...but your limbs had failed you. Your joints were beginning to ache and there was a sharp pain seeping through your nerves from the cold. Feeling defeated and worn out, you winced as you brought the rim of the mug to your lips and sipped quietly. The warmth from the coffee slowly began spreading down your throat and into your empty belly.

Your eyes flickered around the apartment as you placed the mug back down on the counter. A huge shelf made of glass had intrigued you. It was filled with action figures, a collection of sorts, of Chanyeol's favorite manga and anime characters. There was a record player sitting by the same shelf which had a robust and vintage feel to it. And, a glass door beside it leading further into something that looked like a mini studio, with guitars racked neatly in a corner and some dreamcatchers celestially hooked to the wall above them. The other end was adorned with the One Piece flag hanging on the wall which confirmed his addiction to all things Japanese. It was adorable. You squinted through the glass door again and found a desktop– an iMac sitting right in between the space with acoustic diffusers surrounding it. You could tell Chanyeol was very passionate about music. You had once heard him play the guitar at a local club on a weekend but you didn't know he had a whole studio in his exquisite apartment like this. 

Your bestfriend Kyungsoo had told you that Chanyeol was from an affluent family. He was in the Basketball team along with your boyfriend Taehyung. Highly competitive and charming to a fault, musically talented and really tall, kinda clumsy with a goofy grin and big fluffy ears– that was all you really knew about him. 

It was at a party after a match that Baekhyun had introduced you to each other. And, all you could vaguely remember was playing beer pong and getting drunk out of your mind. Taehyung had abandoned you in the middle of the party and the next day, you found yourself waking up on top of Chanyeol. It sure as hell was fucking awkward, you recall. Although, he had chuckled nonchalantly and assured you that you were just woozy and beyond sloshed. That you held him tightly and wouldn't let him go till you were out cold and passed out on the couch. Chanyeol went as far as calling you cute that day and you felt your face go embarrassingly crimson and returned him with a sharp punch to his gut, making him groan frantically. He did put up a dramatic show that day because he loved attention and took much pride in teasing you. 

Quickly enough, your little encounters with him followed. You ran into each other at the games a lot. More mini trips to 7-Eleven at the campus, talking about music and other things that amused you and you came to realize that you both had a lot in common. You were beginning to grow fond of his company everytime Taehyung left you hanging. And whenever you'd get anxious you'd end up texting Chanyeol asking if Tae was at the game. 

Chanyeol would facetime you and tell you that guys like to go into their little caves from time to time. That it wasn't anything you should be worrying about. Although, to your shocking revelation, it was far from an ordinary man cave. Your world turned upside down after Chanyeol ran into your boyfriend making out with one of the cheerleaders in the locker room. 

He kept it from you for two weeks before fidgeting and stuttering, then finally spilled everything out and suggested you moved on from Taehyung. That it was for the best. At first you thought it was some kind of a pathetic joke but turns out, it wasn't. 

You'd never felt so broken and so ditched. You felt ridiculed and helpless. Taehyung never really cared to bring the matter up. And when you asked him if he was seeing anyone, he simply told you not to be ridiculous, persuading you to drop it with all things romantic and velvety later on. You were starting to feel sick of his behavior. Of course it was you who was being delusional and not him shoving his tongue down someone else's throat. It must have been so easy for him, right? 

As the weeks flew by, your mind hopelessly drifted back to how your boyfriend would rather spend the weekend with some chic who'd had sugar, spice and everything nice and honestly, it wasn't fun or healthy for you to fret over him anymore. It made you dizzy, made you want to throw up. He was cold blood lying through his teeth. He was cheating on you and you'd had just about enough. 

Barely hours ago, you'd stormed out of Taehyung's apartment after having a nerve wracking argument with him. Completely blinded by rage you wandered forcefully in the streets until it had started raining violently. And then it dreadfully occurred to you that you had absolutely nowhere to go. Kyungsoo wasn't in town and the last person to cross your mind was Chanyeol. His apartment was around the corner and of all the people, you never really fathomed you'd end up knocking at his door all doused and a drenched mess like this but here you were.  

You balled your fists and sniffled quietly, trying to stop the tears that were welling at the corner of your weary eyes. Chanyeol was still nowhere in sight while the beats continued blaring from his headphones from the other end. You wiped a lone tear that had trickled down your right cheek and returned your attention to the white foam swirling delicately in your mug, trails of steam dancing above it. 

"Y/N?"

You heard Chanyeol's voice echo from within the room. You quickly placed your elbows on the counter and ducked your head to conceal your tears away from him. 

"The bath is ready. You'll find the clothes on the dresser. And, I– uhm, I have some bath bombs. If you wanna use them. Go ahead." Chanyeol reappeared scratching the back of his head, his lips had curved into a daffy smile. 

"You have a...g-girlfriend?" It wasn't that you were curious but you knew you shouldn't have blurted that out so mindlessly. It was obvious. It was so goddamn obvious. He's a young adult, a drop dead gorgeous one for fuck's sake. He plays basketball and guitars, has got a whole studio of his own and must have plenty of girls over. You couldn't have been more nuts to ask him that? You mentally shrug and cuss at yourself. 

"What?" Chanyeol looked at you as if you were delirious. "Uhhh, no? I don't." He mumbled, a huge pout adorning his lips. "I'm not.. really.. in a good headspace for love." He crossed his arms and leaned against the door. "Also, love is fucking illusive, you know?" 

Illusive? Is that even a word? You both eyed each other intently and the more you looked at him the more you were mystified by his words. You bit your lip quietly and urged him to continue, "tell me more."

"How about you get out of those clothes first." Chanyeol's voice was barely a whisper. He then furrowed his brows but his expression quickly morphed into an awkward one like he was ready to pull his hair out. "I mean, you must be cold –not that– I– fuck–.." 

Another wave of awkward silence crept between you two and he began pulling at his hair frantically. "That sounded awful.." He stomped about cursing and letting a string of fucks slip out of his tongue again. He then collapsed to the floor and hid his face dramatically in his hands. You couldn't help but chuckle at his actions and wheezed loudly enough for him to peek from between his fingers to look back at you. He slowly loosened up and smiled quietly to himself. "I'm serious." He walked towards you and sat himself on the stool, "don't want you falling sick, babe." 

Chanyeol looked at you adoringly, the apples of his cheeks were glistening, still blushing pink. "You done with that?" he pointed at the mug. You took one last sip and nodded, never taking your eyes off him. "I am." You pushed the mug towards him and his fingers found their way around the porcelain again, brushing softly against yours like they did the first time. You mouthed a soft 'thank you'. He darted his tongue out to wet his lips while you continued gazing back at him, mesmerized by his pink fluffy ears. A hearty smile fluttered on his lips as well as yours. He wrapped his long fingers snugly around yours and whispered back to you, fondness gleaming in his eyes. 

"Don't worry about it, baby."

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The lump in your throat was gnawing its way slowly down to your chest as you helped yourself out of your damp clothes. Your head was starting to spin again when you finally caught a glimpse of your disheveled state in the mirror. You mocked yourself cynically and wondered why Chanyeol wasn't mortified, hadn't gasped and shut the door back in your face. You looked ghastly but he was being far too sweet with you. He was gentle as ever, taking your icy hands that had gone numb into his huge ones, rubbing them together to get them warm and whispering sweetly and huskily that it was alright, that you were safe in his hands now. 

The more you looked at yourself the more you felt exasperated like you were wallowing away in wades of self pity. Your eyeliner was smudged around your dreary eyes as though someone had beaten the living crap out of you. And, being alone by yourself again only allowed the bitterness to creep back into your heart.

'Love is illusive' Chanyeol had accented and you couldn't help but dwell on the thought as you ensconced yourself into the steaming tub, allowing the lush scent of lavender to cloud your senses. The water soaked and engulfed you in a lukewarm trance, washing away the remnants of the rainstorm that had pierced your fragile skin not merely an hour ago. 

"Love's like a game– a game you just can't win." 

Chanyeol's words echoed in the back of your mind. He kept citing whilst showing you the way to the bathroom. He can't just be saying that to make you feel better would he? He looked pretty suave and confident saying he didn't have time for romance but then again with a charming aura like that he could get any girl at any shack. It would be his call. You had no hint or clue about his past flings although he'd grown to be so close to you. However, somewhere deep in the pits of your broken heart, you felt like you've known him for years even though you'd only started talking to him merely months ago. 

As much as you wanted to drown your thoughts into the night in the tub, you couldn't keep him waiting. If it wasn't embarrassing enough he'd heard your stomach growl to which he had softly grazed your cheek with his thumb and asked you to hurry up, rasping away that he'd cook you something. You were in fact enthusiastic about wanting to give him credence for his witty nuances about love and join him back in the kitchen. If you were a damsel in distress– Chanyeol was your knight in shining armor. You chuckled at the thought and huffed away, blowing and lifting some of the delicate foamy bubbles that were settled on your knees. 

Perhaps, it really was time to turn the page to a new chapter in your life. "Fuck you, Tae." You spat bitterly, soapy suds slithering down your dewy, glistening body as you rose to your feet, planting them firmly on the ceramic underneath. "Fuck everything." You crouched again and pulled the stopper out, watching what was left of the effervescent mixture of lavender whirl about and get sucked into the drain, taking along with it parts of you that you no longer wished to carry the burden of. 

You felt like you deserve the chance to clear yourself of this mess and you were willing to explore what the universe had to offer you now. If it had so spurred you into risking hypothermia enough to end up at someone's door who could in fact be your saving grace. Someone who believes that love is all but a load of bullshit, then maybe Park Chanyeol might actually be the one for you. And, you could definitely rely on him to help you piece your broken heart together without having to worry about the perpetual matters of love. You wanted to step into the light, without having to look back again. 

And you were glad you could seek the light past love and its hazy horizon for once.

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A hoard of concerns were lurking before you. With all your clothes soaked and dirty now, including your garments, you stood in front of the dresser, scratching your head in confusion. 

Huffing away, you put Chanyeol's t-shirt on which had engulfed you completely, all the way down to your knees. The most frustrating part however, were the shorts he picked for you. They didn't sit at your hips at all and had drooped down your legs the minute you put them on, instantly piling at your feet. 'How the fuck am I supposed to secure this?' You fretted, shrugging as you picked them back up. 

You tried again but failed miserably. It would be fucking awkward walking back into the kitchen, dressed only in his shirt. You had absolutely nothing on underneath. Fuck. It's not like you were going to touch him or anything. You can manage this and maybe he won't notice, right? It was your last resort and you quickly had to make your mind up. Out of nowhere you heard your stomach growl again. It was either do or die now. You had to decide. 'I'll keep my distance from him and he won't bat an eye' were the words you chanted to yourself before leaving the bedroom. 

As you walked back into the living room, your ears were invited by the soft music playing from the record player, the one that was by the glass shelf. You stopped by the dining table facing Chanyeol's back who was busy in the kitchen. The aroma of pancakes whiffed through the air and the atmosphere was perfectly cozy. Although, you didn't dare move from the table and decided to keep yourself away and at a distance. Then Chanyeol turned around and his eyes flew wide open in surprise. 

"What the fu– ...you startled me." He yelped, placing the pan back on the stove and clutching at his heart. "I thought I already had you stricken with horror when you first opened the door," you snorted, "I looked horrendous, didn't I?" Chanyeol simply shook his head in denial and retorted with a playful smirk. "You looked quite hot. I'm not gonna lie."

"Shut up, Chanyeol." You felt your face flushing an awful shade of pink at his remarks. "It's the truth, babe." He quipped, whirling about and chuckling away as he returned his attention towards cooking the pancakes again. "Come here, you need to eat!" he called out and your limbs immediately went limp. 

"Um, can you place it on the counter for me?" you purred, requesting him in your humblest tone. "I'm..kinda.. in a fix here." Your voice wavered and when Chanyeol turned around to look at you again, he grinned sheepishly. "What's wrong?" he asked you as if he had no clue what you were going on about.

"It's an embarrassing...outfit situation." You cleared your throat and Chanyeol quickly mouthed an 'oh'. "It doesn't sound like much of a problem to me." He rasped, dripping maple syrup on pancakes. "Your belly needs some food and that's more important." He then brought the plate with the freshly made pancakes and placed it on the counter and ushered you warmly to join him at the island. His voice suddenly grew a little stern. "Come on now before it gets cold." His sudden strictness made you chuckle. He possibly can't get more adorable than this, can he?

"Fine." You faltered in your steps and met him at the island. Thankfully, the structure blocked a good amount of distance between you two. When you settled down on the stool, he handed you the fork and you started taking measly bites out of the plate. Chanyeol watched you intently, his arms were propped up against the counter, hands cupped around his face as he gaped at you in awe. "Stop looking at me like that. You're making me nervous." You mumbled in between bites. He gave you a squinty eyed grin before snatching the fork away from your hands and making you gasp. 

"Geez baby, you're supposed to wolf it down." He cut through the pancake haphazardly and jabbed at a huge chunk, "like this." He then shoved the massive bite into your mouth and a muffled moan left your lips as you swallowed it down. "This will fill you up." He then glanced  at your lips coated with the sweet syrup hazily and mumbled huskily in his deep voice. "God, I could fill you up."

Of course you were going to choke upon hearing what he had just said. You wheezed frantically and couldn't pluck enough courage to look him in the eye anymore. Your heart thundered in your chest as you squirmed and scooted anxiously away from him, a faint blush spreading over your cheeks. You could tell he was violently biting down on his bottom lip, shutting his own eyes close, as tightly as he could. 

You both were awfully quiet again. Too embarrassed to take the conversation any further. But then Chanyeol interjects, breaking the awkwardness, "I didn't mean to…" 

 "D-don't.. worry about it," you bite on your own lip and jab at your pancake with your fork. He looks at you cryptically, "are you sure?" 

You nod your head and lick your lips and when you do, something triggers Chanyeol and he quickly gets off his stool and much to your relief walks back to the stove with an excuse to make you more pancakes. You try to gobble the rest of the pancake as quickly as you can while trying your best not to dither about what had just happened. As soon as you're done, you pick your plate up and scamper towards the sink but Chanyeol blocks you. "Woah, hold up. You're not done eating until I say so." He looms over you and his voice is yet again, stern and you push him away and boy you wish you didn't. 

The second your palm came in contact with his abs  through the fabric you knew you fucked up. You could feel the ridges and he was so perfectly packed and built. The girls at uni, they were right. Park Chanyeol was irresistible and you were only inches away from him.

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A/N ~ 

this is it guys. it’s broken and full of errors lol. i lost the doc that had everything written beyond this.  i had wiped my drive for work last year and other reasons. anyway,  i’m happy you made it this far with me in this clouded journey. if you wish to find out what happens after, feel free to ping me i’ll sum it up for you, sweet & short, only if you really wish to find out how these two end up haha. but yeah. this is it. i haven’t got anything else to say. so yeah, stay safe and most importantly, be happy. love y’all. <3

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Of Stardust and Spacetime (6)

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8 (Final)

Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader | Kim Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Scifi, Angst, Fluff/Romance, Comedy

Words: 4.3K

Description:

On clear nights he looks up at the sky, and he can still see you. He can see the image of you transcending alternate universes tied together by iridescent ribbons, passing through the iron cores of distant stars, and sliding across Orion’s belt to meet him in that magical place between the stratums of space and time. And he can remember that you existed, and that you stood next to him, just like this.

Our happiest moments are never those during a certain occurrence. They are the times when we are imagining what a certain happy moment will feel like, the stage when we are anticipating that outcome of happiness before it actually happens.

“I would suggest looking into Quantum Consciousness” Jimin is the first to speak after the period in which they were all listening very intently to Jungkook’s story that he was barely able to explain without sounding insane.  

“Consciousness…” Yoongi makes a disgusted face, shaking his head and sighing. Like most theoretical physicists, the young professor cringes every time the topic of consciousness is brought up in the context of understanding the universe. He’s not too keen on the idea that the purely material world of physical matter would depend so heavily a purely immaterial phenomenon such as consciousness.

Jimin laughs, throwing his head back and carding a hand threw his fluffy blond locks. “Please excuse that reaction.” He smiles as he directs the statement to Jungkook, who was looking very uncomfortable to have revealed so much about something most people would have a hard time accepting, let alone, telling others about. “Professor Min is not a huge fan of anything to do with consciousness.”

Taehyung furrows his brows. “Quantum Consciousness...what is that exactly?”

“I’m glad you asked.” Jimin replies, sliding over to the chalkboard. “You’ve all heard of Schrödinger's cat, right?”

“Cats…” Yoongi mutters again in the background, for no apparent reason other than the fact that he knew his cat loving assistant would grab at any chance he got to bring up those furry little animals and make it extremely relevant to context.

“The one that is dead and alive at the same time?” Jungkook chimes in, recalling the famous thought experiment devised by an Austrian physicist nearly a century ago.

“Mmmhm” Jimin affirms, smiling impishly. “Matter is 99% empty space, and quantum particles have no dimensions.” He uses a piece of chalk to draw a bunch of random dots on the black slate. “Quantum particles have a property called superposition, meaning they can be in two places at one time.”

“How is that possible?” Taehyung cuts in, not that he’s never heard of the concept before. It was more of a question born from his lack of understanding.

Jimin pauses, biting his lower lip as he decides how to explain such an unintuitive concept. “Microscopically, all particles exist in a probabilistic state. We call this the probability cloud.” He smudges all the tiny dots he previously drew on the chalkboard to aid in the visualization of this “cloud”. “They are not in a specific position but rather in every possible position in space as a probability. Mathematically we can calculate this probability with a wave function.”

“Are you implying we’re going to have to do a lot of math?” Jungkook groans, tilting his head up and squeezing his eye shut in agony.

“Dude, you’re studying to become a theoretical physicist and you can’t even handle a little math?” Taehyung reaches over and pats his shoulder. “Must be tough man.”

Jungkook doesn’t verbally respond, but instead only groans again.

Jimin giggles bubbly. “The math has already been proven, so don’t worry about that part. The main point I’m building to is the fact that this wave function is said to collapse from the collection of possible states into just one when an observation is made in the macroscopic world. In other words, particles in the universe do not physically exist in a definitive state until they are observed by a conscious being.” Jimin turns around to see if Jungkook and Taehyung are following his line of logic, only to find that both of their faces are conveying varying degrees of confusion.

Yoongi lets out another one of his signature sighs and walks over to Jimin. He slowly takes the piece of chalk from the younger male’s hand and places it back in its original position before turning to face the two befuddled students. “Outside of our consciousness, the world remains in a probabilistic state. Nothing is set in stone. Any thing is possible.” He pauses, letting his audience soak in the points he just made, a technique he practiced as an instructor of higher education. “Once a conscious being, like you or me, decides to view the world, we retrieve information from our surroundings creating the now moment- the present reality that we see right before our eyes. Now what do you think that means?” He directs the question to Jungkook, who was beginning to understand what his professor and TA are trying to get at.

Jungkook clears his throat tautly. “Reality is dependent on the observer.”

Yoongi nods calmly. “Your mind can alter the probability distribution of unobserved states of matter, and by doing so, it essentially chooses what to perceive from the options provided by the aforementioned probability cloud.”  

“Whoa…” Taehyung gasps in realization.

Yoongi smiles proudly for the first time. “Consciousness determines the fate of your reality.”  

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 Jungkook will never forget the day he got into college and a surprise visit from you.

The college part was self-explanatory. He had been studying his ass off for the entrance exams and keeping his grades up for the past four years of his high school career through blood, sweat, and tears. It was tough being a star athlete and valedictorian, but they don’t call him golden for nothing.

He was happily walking home from school ready to share the good news with his family, enjoying the sunny spring weather and the cool breeze that swirled by. He’s satisfied with the content feeling settling in his stomach, but he’s secretly wishing that he could get a chance to tell you first, or that you would come to him as a reward for doing so well and working so hard. That would make everything about this day perfectly complete.

To his delight, he hears the voice of the exact person he had made a wish to see. The familiar melody of your speech makes his body tingle with excitement.

“Jungkook” You shout, waving at him even though he can’t see you. You’re glad however that he can sense your presence.

He turns around, lips forming that blissful smile of recognition. “Wow, you did come!” He gasps, pupils beaming with enthusiasm.

“You seem extra happy today” You comment, taking note of how much he was smiling today, not that he didn’t smile a lot before, it’s just today it seemed like his lips were permanently curved upward.

He giggles, eyes crinkling at the edges. “I am,” He chirps. “I got my acceptance letter to university and I get to see you.”

“Wow, you’re already going to university?” You take a moment to ponder over how quickly time has passed for him, how it feels like he was just a pre-pubescent teenager not long ago. “How old are you?”

“18” He answers. “You said you were 19 when I was thirteen right? That means….you’re…” He uses his fingers to count; math was never his strong suite. “24?”

“Actually I’m only 20.” You reply, remembering that he doesn’t know time seems to progress differently for the two of you. You had always been able to tell he was aging rather quickly by his rapidly maturing physique alone, and had forgotten that he didn’t have the luxury of viewing your physical appearance as you did his.  

Jungkook’s eyes widen considerably, a habit of his when he’s surprised or in shock. “You age differently?” He inquires in an astonished tone.

“I don’t think it has to doing with an aging disparity, but rather a time one.”

He cocks a brow in puzzlement. “A time discrepancy? What do you mean?”

You don’t know how to explain it accurately; after all, you had no idea what was going on either. “I’m seeing you at different stages in your life, and for me, they seem to be non-consecutive.” Your statement doesn’t really elucidate anything, and you’re afraid the revelation will turn into a cause of concern for him as well, the very one that you have been plagued with for quite a while now. Not to mention, there was that one other thing you hadn’t told him yet, the one about you being from the distant past. You don’t know why you’re so reluctant to tell him, but you think it might have to do with not actually having all the answers yet, or maybe there’s more to it than that, but you decide it’s best to hold off on complicating things.

“That’s weird,” He notes, snapping you out of your reverie. “That means I’ll be older than you soon!” He giggles again, nose scrunching up in the most adorable way possible.

You’re so stunned by his unexpectedly animated reaction that you can’t even verbally respond. It was something so drastically different from the troubled thoughts you were afflicted that you find yourself caught completely off guard. You don’t even know how long you stare at him bewildered before he speaks again.

“Y/N?” He tilts his head in your direction, wondering why you weren’t responding. “Are you ok?”

“Y-yeah” You manage to answer, eyes still glued on the spirited young man.

“Does being younger than me make you that unhappy?” He jokes, as a tiny smirk forms over his previously innocent smile. His untainted eyes remain blameless though.      

You don’t understand why the way he’s looking at you makes you want to envelope him in your arms, and hold him as tightly as you can. But it’s always that same feeling of knowing that no matter how much you long to, you will never truly be able to hug him with firm, unwavering arms made of solid physical matter that stops you from inching towards him. You will probably never get over such a cruel limitation, but seeing his jubilant smile was enough, and even if it wasn’t, you just need to keep telling yourself it was.  

“Of course not!” You reply as you sweep aside your own wallowing. “It was just awkward being so much older than you when you were still underage.” The statement is not entirely true because you found him absolutely adorable as a child, but it is considering how you see him now. Back then being with him was like taking care of a younger brother, now it’s….you shake your head before your face overheats at the inappropriate thought.

“Underage?” His smirk gets bigger. “Does that mean you and I-”

“No!” You interrupt before he can finish. If your face was on the verge of overheating before, it’s now burning in flames. For the first time ever, you’re glad he can’t see you physically or you’d be dying of embarrassment in that moment. “Don’t put words in my mouth. I meant, now I-I don’t have to play the role of b-babysitter.” Your stuttering gives everything away, but Jungkook doesn’t call you out directly.

“Whatever you say~,” He sings with a tinge of skepticism.    

 …

 Figuring out how to explain a phenomenon that has yet to be fully proven is tough. Applying it to something that might not be real in the traditional sense is nearly impossible. Jungkook is lucky Taehyung is still willing to be his partner.  

“God this is so hard!” Taehyung releases a maddened groan, running both hands through his silvery locks. His mind was running on overdrive, and there were too many intricacies that he just couldn’t piece together.

“Dude, are you ok?” Jungkook raises his right brow, looking at the older male with questioning eyes. He would be concerned by such an exasperated utterance, but said male was always a rather vocal type of gamer, so this in comparison wasn’t too out of the ordinary.  

“Time, time, time. It doesn’t make sense!” Taehyung exhales heavily, looking like he’s going to toss his laptop across the room.

The two of them were in one of the empty study rooms the physics building, a relatively secluded place due to the fact that so few students opt to major in physics these days. They’ve been reading paper for the past few days, brushing up on the basics of Quantum Mechanics, Particle Physics, General Relativity, and to Jungkook’s dismay calculus, linear algebra, and probability theory. It would’ve been pretty dull and tedious had Jungkook not been so determined to find answers to the mystery of you. He also knows that same paradigm could be applied to the past twenty years of his life. Did he really like physics? Sure. But would he really be dedicating this much of his life studying it if there wasn’t something important on the line? Probably not.

“Professor Min did say time was complex.” Jungkook softly reminds, understanding why his partner is so frustrated. He’s reminded of how he almost put up a fight to avoid math, but realized soon enough that would not be reasonably possible. “But what does time have to do with quantum consciousness?”

Taehyung points a finger at the article pulled up on his computer screen. “It says here that the way we can perceive physical space is by the time it takes for light to reach our eyes. You know, like how people say looking at the stars is like looking in the past?”

Jungkook frowns but bobs his head in acceptance.

“Well it’s also saying that time is meaningless without a conscious entity to perceive it. Doesn’t that sound a lot like those quantum particles that aren’t real until we look at them?” Taehyung exasperates. “Ok, maybe I should just stop reading this article. It’s probably useless anyways.” He huffs, shaking his head as closes the tab.

A hush of taciturnity hovers over the room. Taehyung continues staring as his screen but not actually processing any of the information his visual cortex is receiving. A bird flies by outside. It’s shadow flashes across the room as its minuscule body temporarily blocks part of the sun’s light cascading through the dusty glass windows.

Jungkook doesn’t speak for a few minutes. He isn’t thinking about time or physics anymore because the information you revealed to him the last time he saw you makes its way to the anterior of his mind. “Tae?” He murmurs.

“Yeah” The other male responds, not really paying too much attention because he was too busy absentmindedly scrolling through a list of other scientific papers that came up on his web search.  

“I saw Y/N again a couple of days ago.” Mentioning you as if you were a real person still feels a bit strange to Jungkook, but he’s gotten used to it more or less.

After all, he’s basically told the world, ok, maybe not to that extreme of an extent, but it sure felt like every person around him knew. And to be completely honest, he’s only able to speak so freely about you around Taehyung because he’s sure the older male won’t judge. If he did, neither of them would even be here now. Taehyung had agreed to dedicate the entire semester solving the mystery of you with Jungkook, so that had to mean he didn’t mind, right?

Jungkook exhales as he ensues with what he was going to say. “This time I was able to see her physical form completely, and it really felt like she was real. She was telling me how she feels less and less rooted on her home planet, and more and more like she belongs here. I don’t know…I’m starting to think that she can only fully exist in one place, and if it’s wrong for me to even have thoughts of wanting to bring her here or if something bad might happen if I don’t stop actively trying to perceive her. And if by consciously searching for her, I’m putting her in danger. ”

“Are you scared?” Taehyung turns away from his screen and faces Jungkook.

The younger male shakes his head dejectedly. “I should be, shouldn’t I?”

There’s another long moment of silence as neither of the two make any noise. The afternoon sunlight was still filtering through the age encrusted windows of the old physics building, and the elongating shadows of the trees outside were swaying gently from the wind.

“Have you told her how you feel about her?” Taehyung voices softly, breaking the reticence.

“I want to.” Jungkook switches his fixation to the scene outside the window. “But I’m going to try and figure this all out before I do.”

  “I can vaguely understand why he is able to interact with your consciousness, but I fail to fathom how he would be able to see you physically.” Namjoon furrows his brows after listening to your most recent account. “There’s no way particles could actually configure into your complete physical form with such a small amount of information, especially not with the fact that the parcel has yet to even reach Earth.”

“I was shocked too.” You murmur, staring down at your hand that still retains the sensation of holding his hand for the first time. How warm he felt, how perfect that pause in time was. It felt so real. He felt so real. 

“Unless…” He trails off, but you barely notice he’s even talking. “Consciousness is not constrained by time…”

You have a flashback to the way Jungkook’s eyes had effusively soaked in the image of you as he took your hand in his. You relish in the memory of the slight tremble of his fingers as he gently swept them across your own before interweaving his being with yours and giving you a light squeeze that sent shock waves up your arm.

Then everything goes black.

 When your vision steadily returns, you see Jungkook’s obscure figure leaning against the railing of his apartment’s balcony as the crisp morning air tousles his fluffy bangs. The area is still dark, but you can tell the vibrant rays of yellow are steadily beginning to lighten the sky.

“Jungkook?” You whisper, timidly moving closer to where he was standing. It feels so dreamlike you have a hard time believing it’s real, but the moment he turns his head at the sound of your voice, gaze landing on yours, you know without a single doubt that it is.

“You’re here” He smiles faintly, clearly still half asleep.

“You were waiting for me?”

“I always am” He responds, reaching out to intertwine your hand with his once again, pulling you nearer to him until you can sense the undiluted warmth of his body. It somehow seemed so natural; it makes you wonder how many times he’s actually done it. But this is only the second time, isn’t it?

To your relief, you don’t flinch this time, choosing instead to drop your gaze and be consumed by the image of your hand laced with his. You wouldn’t have believed how tangible his soft skin was if it weren’t for his firm grip and the muted pulsing of his heart pumping blood to his hand. Your eyes flutter up to his face, and you see that his attention is fixated on the scene unveiling before the two of you.

You allow your own observation to mimic his as you trace the mountain range hiding the light that is about to fill the sky. The opaque wisps of water vapor twisting and wrapping themselves around the jagged peaks, veiling them in a thin layer of ivory that slowly dissolved as the warmth of the rays originating from below the horizon vaporized them.

“I’ve always wanted to watch the sunrise with you” He murmurs affectionately as he turns back to face you.

You eyes snap back to look at him. “Can you see me right now?”

He nods, eyelids still droopy but pupils containing a sort of depth that entire oceans would envy.  

“You’re so beautiful.”

 “Y/N!!”

“Y/N, Y/N!”

Namjoon’s face is the first thing you see through your squinted eyes as they adjust to the lights of the astronomy lab.

“W-what happened?” You mutter, trying to clear your vision and the all too familiar throbbing in your head. 

“You fainted….again” He replies. “I think something’s not right.” Namjoon’s voices it as if he had just begun to notice when in actuality his concern has been growing exponentially. “We absolutely cannot continue overlooking this.” His tone towards you is unusually stern.

“W-what do you mean?” You ask, sitting up wobbly and pretending like you haven’t noticed how frequent your fainting spells have become and how each time you faint, you’re able to be with Jungkook.

“You were out for almost an hour.” Namjoon shakes his head. “I was almost tempted to call an ambulance.”

“That long?” You head immediately whips over to the clock hanging on the wall. Indeed, you were supposed to meet up with Seokjin 45 minutes ago. He was probably worried sick. “Shit, I have to go!”  

 …

 Kim Seokjin’s exasperated expression is the initial thing you that greets you when the elevator doors open. He doesn’t look angry per se, but he is most certainly not pleased.

“I’ve been waiting for over an hour!” He complains, following you as you walk past him not really in the mood to provide him an explanation.

“Well, I’m here now, aren’t I?” You don’t know why you’re responding so indignantly. You were the one who was late, and he had been the one waiting.

He’s understandably not the least bit entertained by your attitude. Honestly, who would be? “What happened?” He grabs onto your wrist as the two of you step outside the building.

“I fainted.” You avoid his gaze as the truth spills out of your mouth for the first time. You hadn’t told him about your fainting spells, much less the thing about you losing consciousness more and more frequently, for longer and longer periods of time as well.

“And you’ve been hiding all of this from me?” He isn’t oblivious to the way you look sick every time you leave Namjoon’s lab, but he didn’t want to squeeze that kind of information out of you, knowing that force is never the answer. He had hoped you would be sensible enough to bring it up yourself, wanting to give you room and time to open up to him, but today he just couldn’t hold back any longer. “How long has this been going on?” He demands, not letting go of his grip.

You contemplate on telling him it’s only a recent happening, but ultimately decide that’s not your best option. “Since the beginning.” You confess, knowing that Namjoon wouldn’t even stand back and watch in silence the next time you lose consciousness for almost an hour. What if you’re rendered into a state of vegetation permanently? The thought sends a shiver down your spine.  

“It’s because of him, isn’t it?” He avoids your gaze as he says it, letting go of your wrist and choosing instead to allow his line of sight to graze the silhouette of the city’s skyline as Solaris sinks behind a cluster of tall buildings. A waft of air glides by, tickling a few loose strands of his hair.

“It’s not that simple.” Laced with irritation, you close your mouth and bite your bottom lip the second the words escape. You knew you were just responding on reflex, not wanting to make this whole thing seem so trivial, for the reason to be as simple as you having naively developed feelings for someone millions of light years away. But something inside was telling you it was that simple, that Seokjin was right in believing you were letting all of this take over you because of someone you could never be with.

“Y/N” He turns back to look at you, and it was in that moment that you realized you’ve been blind all this time. Blind to the way he gazes at you, and only trusting in his own lies of seeing you as no more than a sister. “I can’t say I know how you must feel, but I know it’s not that simple. It never is.” His voice is barely above a whisper.

You’re hit with a pang of guilt at his words. Why were you acting this way? Making it seem like it was his fault or something when in reality you have no right to blame any of this on anyone but yourself. “I-I’m sorry,” You utter, dropping your gaze dejectedly.

“Why are you apologizing?” He cups your cheek and wipes away a small tear that had unknowingly slid down with the pad of his thumb. “You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“Ugh, I’m being so stupid.” You sniffle, covering your embarrassed face. “This is so ridiculous.” How far could you have gone anyways? What was the best outcome of these precarious escapades? You splitting yourself in half, merely to partially exist in two places separated by 50 million light years? Or would you just end up not existing at all?

Seokjin only smiles gently, and you almost miss the twinge of heartache in his eyes. “You’re feelings are never ridiculous.”  

His words pierce through the barrier that had prevented you from evaluating the situation with rational thought. It was then you decided something must be done, that you can’t continue like this any longer, putting yourself in danger and hurting the people who you care about the most.

You had to tell Jungkook that the space between the two of you cannot be traversed no matter how hard either of you tried. This was no way to live your life. You were risking so much just tinkering with your illusions and attempting to find a way to break the laws of the universe, tearing your consciousness apart at the seams, and reaching towards something that was never meant for you to begin with.

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Yo,

"Normal speech" people talking.

'Normal thought' people thinking.

"Kurama/Dragons" Kurama or Dragons speaking.

'Kurama/Dragon thought' Kurama or Dragons thinking.

"Jutsu/ Magic" being used.

Disclaimer: I don't own Highschool dxd or Naruto. They belong their owners.

This is my first story and english is not my first language. I hope you can understand if there are some mistakes somewhere. Thanks in advance.

Hello all. Welcome to Shadow Light.

Hope you all enjoy the chapter. Enjoy.

Shadow Light

Chapter 1

Beginning with a Bang

After the conclusion of the fourth great shinobi war, Uzumaki Naruto has proceeded with his life and was made the seventh Hokage of the leaf village after some years. In those years he married Hinata Hyuuga and had 2 children. Boruto Uzumaki and Himawari Uzumaki. After achieving his dream of becoming the Hokage of the leaf village and maintaining peace and passing the hat to the next generation, Uzumaki Naruto lived a peaceful life with his family. He had become the jinchuuriki of the new Juubi, Kurama. All the bijuu merged with the Kyuubi and created the new Juubi. Kurama already regaining his other half of chakra after the fourth great shinobi war was colossal. But now merging with other Bijuu simply made him a gigantic beast. Keeping his original features of orange fur and red eyes with black slits in them he also had a third eye with a 6 tomoe Rinne-Sharingan in it. That eye will always be closed unless it is required. During his remaining time after retiring from his hokage duties, Naruto mastered all his new abilities because becoming the Juubi jinchuuriki like his dōjutsu, increased physical strength and other skills. He got all the 3 legendary dōjutsu, Byakugan, Sharingan and Rinnegan and his Rinnegan was special. Just like Sasuke's, his Rinnegan also had 6 tomoes in them and because of his limitless chakra, he can activate and deactivate his tomoes in the Rinnegan. He mastered them in his free time after retirement. One of the most important thing he attained by being the Juubi jinchuuriki was 'eternal youth'. Which in other words means he is immortal now. He won't age. But to keep things moving he used genjutsu like Tsunade to appear like an old man.

When he told about this to his wife Hinata that he was immortal and can't die she smiled and said "That's fine Naruto-kun. I got my wish of being with you. If I die I ask you to move on and find love in others. I know how lonely you felt in your childhood without your loved one's around, I know that you can't live alone without anyone. So, please Naruto-kun move on. If you like someone then express your love to them how you did to me for the first time. Promise me Naruto-kun, you will move on from this life." He promised to her that he will move on with his life. That brings us to the present day, where Hyuuga Hinata is being buried. She passed away a few days ago due to old age as they were 100 years old. He tried to prolong her life as much as he could but in the end, they reached her limit and she passed away. He stood on the Hokage monument looking at his home village for the last time before his departure.

"What did you plan Naruto," asked his friend and partner Kurama.

"I plan to leave this world Kurama. As the world is at peace, there is no more requirement of me or you here Kurama. We shall move to a world where peace is necessary and shall attain it there. With the techniques, we have with the Rinne-Sharingan I can positively say that we can go to a world where we are required. What is your opinion on this, Kurama?" asked Naruto as he stood on his head on the hokage monument.

"It's your wish Naruto. As Hinata said it is time to move on as this world is in peace and there is no requirement of you or me. Where shall we go Naruto?" asked Kurama curious as he wants to know what Naruto's plan to go.

"I don't know where we will go Kurama. But I'm certain that we will go to a world full of adventure" said Naruto with excitement. As he wants to go to this new world and explore it and if need be he will bring peace to that world as well.

"Are you ready for our departure Kurama? Hold tight. We're going" said Naruto with excitement practically dripping from his words.

"You got it Naruto," said Naruto and prepared himself.

They both channelled their chakra into their third eye and a black portal opened in front of them. Naruto stepped into it and behind him, it closed. And so Uzumaki Naruto, The Nanadaime Hokage(Seventh Fire Shadow), Hero, Father, Husband and most of all, a man who saved so many lives and remembered as the strongest shinobi to ever grace the elemental nations was gone.

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Dimensional Gap

The Dimensional Gap is the gap that exists between the three worlds (Earth, Heaven, and the Underworld) and is considered a void world.

Nothing can survive within the Dimensional Gap without magical, demonic power or other protection. Anyone without such protection dies within a matter of seconds after being exposed to the "nothingness" within the Gap.

The Dimensional Gap is an endless void, wherein in every direction, there is a mix of iridescent colours.

As Naruto came through a portal to this empty void he felt it's immediate effects. He felt like his skin is being burnt from inside. Without any hesitation, he opened another portal and jumped into it.

Somewhere in Tokyo

It is night time in the city of Tokyo, Capital of Japan and most of the city is decorated in the colourful lights of the night. In a dark ally on the outskirts of the city a black portal opened and came a man. He was thrown on the grass and rolled on the ground before stopping by bumping into a tree.

"Ouch." Naruto groaned. He didn't expect that he will come to a place where the instant he was ejected from the portal he would be burned. Though he knew that nothing would happen to his body because of his healing and regeneration abilities he didn't want to risk it. So, he immediately came to this place. As he slowly rolled on the ground and straightened himself with the support of the tree he saw a man in front of him. This man is tall, appearing to be in his twenties with an average build, black hair, golden bangs and black goatee. Looking at him curiously.

"Hello there. Are you the one that opened a portal and came of out nowhere" asked Azazel with curiosity oozing in his tone? Naruto couldn't answer as his body is still recovering from that place and nodded.

Azazel looked at him curiously. In front of him was a young blond man looking like in his late teens maybe 17 or 18 and on his face were 6 lines like whisker marks and has fair skin and is at least 6 feet tall. He is looking like suffering from some kind of pain and is likely to die because of whatever he went through. Azazel got an idea. He searched through his goatee and took out a ball. Which is half black and half white. He kept it on the blonde's chest and waited for any reaction and it worked like a charm. With a blinding light, the said ball merged into his body and the blonde kid immediately healed.

"You okay there kid. It seems that my device worked" said Azazel with barely hidden amusement. The blonde looked at him incredulously.

"What did you do now. I'm going to heal from it soon you know. That black thingy is not required. If you didn't see I'm healing myself before you put whatever that ball on me." Said the blonde kid exasperated.

"Woah woah. Calm down kid. I didn't kick your puppy. I just helped you recover fast that's all. But, you should be thanking me because without my help I'm sure you would have dead soon. Anyway, leave about it and tell, do you feel any change in your body. Like light-headed or drowsiness or any other changes. Tell me" asked Azazel with excitement. If his research was successful then this kid is going to be one of them.

"What now. No I don't...feel an..y..ch..an..ge." suddenly to both of their surprise Naruto's body lit up, and orange, white and black colours glowed simultaneously like a light bulb and dimmed down slowly.

"Woah. What was that? I feel lighter now. Hey old geyser what did you do to me?" asked Naruto with tick marks appearing on his face. Azazel scratched his left cheek sheepishly and replied.

"You see. I'm a scientist and I experiment on sacred gears and in some cases create some. The ball I kept on you is one of them which contains two different elements which are light and shadow/darkness. I used the holy light used by angels and the fallen angels and combined it with the soul essence and power of a powerful shadow dragon named Skiadrum on his last wish before death. Which in turn should give you the power to use both light and shadows. And by the looks of it, my experiment was successful. Congratulations kid, you now possess a sacred gear which is on par with the mid-tier Longinus and a dragon type one to boot. Your sacred gear's name is Shadow Light." Said Azazel with his chest puffing out in pride. With this result he can proceed to add this in his list of successful experiments and work on his own with Fafnir.

For Naruto, it is like listening to a math class. Which means he didn't understand anything. But he could feel more lighter and his awareness about his surroundings had increased. While this old geyser was talking about himself Naruto asked his trusty partner about this.

"Kurama, you can feel it right. That ball gave us something related to light and darkness like this old guy told and you can sense his power right. He is strong. Though he is surrounded by something dark his intentions and personality is good. What do you say Kurama, shall we go with him and learn about this world or venture on our own" asked Naruto eyeing the guy in front him waiting for his partner's reply.

Kurama thought about it for some time. He can sense Azazel's power and he is strong and he can also say that something did happen when that ball merged with Naruto as he is currently getting information on soo many things. He can say that consciousness of someone is being transferred to him currently. 'Maybe these belong to that Skiadrum that this guy told about' thought Kurama. And he seems to be a good person. So he made his decision.

"Go with him Naruto. He looks like a knowledgeable person and we also should know more about this 'Sacred Gear' thing and this guy seems to be our best option." Said Kurama in a matter of fact tone. Naruto gave a mental nod.

"Hey, old geyser. What now. Sacred what" asked Naruto playing the role of a dumb idiot maintaining his expression in a feign ignorance. And it seems like it worked.

"Ah. I'm sorry, kid. I forgot about you. If you want more you can come with me and I'll explain more about this" said Azazel confidently. Naruto nodded and they both left to where Azazel lives in Tokyo.

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Azazel's House, Tokyo

After Naruto and Azazel settled down in Azazel's house Azazel began.

"To tell you from the beginning about the history of this world I need to tell you about the supernatural world's history first" said Azazel in an all business tone. To which Naruto nodded.

"The Three Factions were created from the power of the biblical God or God of Bible a religious God on this planet. When first created everything was good going, all the angels were following his orders and living peacefully but one day Lucifer one of the first angels to be created had a disagreement with the God and took his followers and left heaven to raise war against the God to take the thrown of heaven from him. He shed his angel wings and replaced them with the wings of a bat and at the same time some of the angels of heaven committed one of the seven deadly sins of lust, sloth, greed, envy, wrath, gluttony and pride and fell from grace from heaven and became fallen angels with the wings as black as night signifying their fall from grace. Most of the fallen angels under the leadership of me formed an organisation called Grigori and inhabited in the underworld otherwise called as hell and had a conflict with devils on the territory. And so began what now called as the The Great War. During the war all the three factions of Bible fought each other for so many things. Devils fought to capture heaven and dethrown God under the leadership of the four great satan's, fallen angels fought with devils to get in the good grace of the God under my leadership and get back to their position back in the heaven and angels fought under God's orders to save humanity from the supernatural world and to maintain peace in the world. The Great War lasted for several millennia resulting in the drastic losses to all the three factions. First we, the fallen retreated as I saw no point in continuing the war any further after that both devils and angels also retreated creating a temporary truece. But the damage already done. Because of the injuries suffered during the war the original four satan's Lucifer, Leviathan, Beelzebub and Asmodeous succumb to their injuries and died. And even the God of Bible died because of his injuries making Michael new leader of Angels and the protector heaven. This is a classified information. So, I suggest you, not to tell this to anyone as it's impact will be devastating on the three factions. And to my faction we suffered great losses in our number and are recovering from our losses.

There used to be 72 pillars of the devil clans which came into existence after Lucifer made creatures which are opposite to Angels in every way of speaking literally and figuratively. He created a new race who are oppossit to light and named them devils the opposite to angels. He with 3 others became the first 4 leaders of the underworld went by the name Maou or satan. All devil's are in a way his children with his wife lilith but because of different people having different powers, they had formed into clans based on abilities. There were 72 at the beginning but because of their participation in the great war it was declined to 39 clans and even the death of the original satans didn't deter their children from making plans to go to on other factions. And when they were making plans on how to make their attack all the other pillar clans opposed to the idea as they feared that this may lead to devils as a race's extinction and so formed into an anti satan faction and so the civil rahed for some years resulting in the victory of the anti satan faction and exiting the children of original satan's to the outskirts of underworld. The four strong devils who played a great role in victory were made the new satans of the underworld and led to a peaceful time in the underworld. Now let me explain you about the surviving pillar clans which were again declined to 27 if I remember correctly. The first and foremost clan is the Bael clan which holds the rank of 'Great King'. Famous for their poser of destruction which erases everything from existence if mastered, they are a fearsome clan" And the list went about all other clans which are Agares, Bellial, Phenex and so on. But Azazel didn't say about 4 specific clans and he continued.

"And this concludes about the explanation of all devil clans expect 4 clans whose former heir's became the 4 great satan's of the under world. Those are Gremory, Sitri, Astorath and Glasya-Labolas. The current strongest devil known as super devil and the Maou Lucifer Sirzechs Lucifer is from the Gremory clan with Venelana Gremory(neé bael) as his mother from whom he got the Power of destruction. Serafall Leviathan formerly sitri, the maou leviathan who is responsible for foreign affairs uses ice magic. Ajuka Beelzebub a former member of the branch family of the Astaroth clan is genius who invented the evil piece system and another super devil. He has created the famous Kankara formula which was said to bend the reality and finally Falbium Asmodeus from the Glasya- Labolas clan who is the physically strong enough plough through buildings reinforced with magic. These are the satan's and the strongest devils said to surpass even the original 4 satan's. The evil piece system created by Ajuka Beelzebub helps devils to reincarnate other races into devils. This system is based on a chess game. So the pure blooded high-class devils can reincarnate humans into reincarnated devils to bolster their numbers. Angels also have same type of system but, it is in the form of Deck of cards. All the seraphs has their own decks. We fallen angels doesn't have any such system as angels fall from heaven and we can have 'our' children to our ranks to increase our numbers and my effort of creating artificial sacred gears is one such attempt to improve our strength" said Azazel. Though it was a lot of information to take in, Naruto took it well but he had one question for this man.

"Why are you telling all this to me. I'm new here, but you didn't need to tell me all this as I can say that it consists some important facts like death of the Biblical God and some other things. For all you know about me I'm a stranger came out of nowhere and may use this information against you or something" asked Naruto incredulously. He can't understand why Azazel is saying all this to him a stranger who came out of nowhere. Azazel simply smiled and replied.

"You are correct. I don't know anything about you. But I'm telling you this as a way me, myself, reminding all the past that happened and I can tell that you, don't know about this world by the way your entrance. As it serves 2 purposes of giving a detailed explanation of history of this world and remainding myself my goal to achieve peace to this world and I can say that you are powerful from the power I can feel coming from you. If I can make you an ally that will be good for everyone in the future." Said Azazel with a neutral tone. During all his explanation Naruto didn't feel any kind of malice or animosity towards any other faction or any disrespect neither disdain towards the man who casted him out of heaven nor any pride in his achievements in his life or his position as a leader of fallen angels. He can say that this man is powerful and intelligent and if he is telling all this to him and deduced that he is going to be an valuable ally for future Naruto knew that he had some kind of plan in mind to use him in future. He can't help but appreciate Azazel's straightforwardness. He was used to being respected and admired as a war hero and leader of the village during his reign as Hokage and after war in Elemental Nations. As a fellow leader he can appreciated a fellow leaders attempt to gain an ally by being straight forward and so Naruto came to a conclusion. Azazel is good with wordplay and his intentions are pure that means he is doing this for everyone not for any personal gain.

"Yes. I can use a person like you as an ally as you know more about this world than me." Naruto said smiling and continued.

"For giving me that sacred gear and 'reviving' me as you thought, I'll give 2 favours. As for my allegiance, I'll wait for a while to accept that proposal. I want to explore this world and know how it works for myself and speaking of my sacred gear, can I conclude that you have a plan to train me how to use it yourself as you are very interested in making and using them" asked Naruto innocently.

Azazel smirked at this development. He thought Naruto would be intelligent but he didn't think his intelligence to be this sharp but he can conclude that the man in front of him was indeed powerful and with the addition of his new sacred gear he is going to be monster in future which just a added bonus for his allegiance if he decides to ally himself with them and as for other way around if he didn't ally himself with them, he should think some thing about it in the future but from the looks of it Naruto is good person and he concluded he will decide for the best. Azazel nodded his head to Naruto.

"Yes, I personally intent to train you in the use of your sacred gear Shadow Light. I'll agree to your terms, Naruto and hope for the best" said Azazel in a calm tone and extended his hand as a gesture to finalize their agreement Naruto also extended his hand and both men shared their hands coming to an agreement. They both nodded their heads to each other entering they has a consensus.

"Now that is out of the way, let me explain you about your sacred gear. Your sacred gear Shadow Light as I said earlier is made from two elements or rather sources. One being the soul and conscious of the Shadow Dragon Skiadrum who in his last moments asked to use his remaining conscious and energy to make a sacred gear to remind the world of his existence and other being the pure light energy which angels and fallen angels use. As I was making it I got an idea of mixing both elements one being made of pure light and other being made of shadows, darkness and void. And the result is that of the sacred gear you have know and as there are no backlash on you I can conclude that it is a success. As for you using it l, even without any training you should feel familiar towards all the shadows and light particles in the environment." To which Naruto nodded as he can sense a familiar feeling towards everything around even more so, as it is night time from his connection with shadows. Azazel continued.

"Shadows can be used in a number of ways and I can tell me some but there are special techniques belonging to the shadow dragon himself if you search with in your self you can find his conscious with you giving you all the knowledge and you can train with that knowledge yourself. I can help in training you with the use of light energy. As I'm one of the best to use light energy and as for the strength of the light items you make it will depend your heart. If you are pure enough it will be strong but none the less it will be as strong as that of fallen angels. The purity comes into play if you want make your strongest. Your strongest light spear will be as strong as that of a 12 winged angel or fallen angel. If you don't have any questions then we can begin your training immediately." Said Azazel curiousity and excitement brimming in his voice as he his pretty much excited to test his newest creation. Naruto can understand Azazel's curiosity and nodded to begin.

And so began his training in the use of his new sacred gear Shadow light.

And Cut.

That's it for this chapter folks. I hope you all enjoyed it.

Suggestions are welcomed.

Thank you for reading.

Black Infinity 1289.

Ja Ne.

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[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Tuesday, October 9 - Wednesday, October 10

XANDER: (to Willow) It could be a coincidence. Y'know, Wendell finds a spider's nest, and we all wig because he dreamt about spiders. So it may not be connected. (They enter the classroom. The students see Xander come in and start to laugh.) XANDER: If there is a connection it doesn't sound like anything... What? (Xander's in his underwear) WILLOW: Xander! What happened to your...?! XANDER: I-I-I dunno! I was, uh, dressed a minute ago! It's a dream. It's gotta be a dream. (pinches himself) Ow! Wake up. (pinches himself again) Ow! Gotta wake up.

~~Nightmares (Season 1)~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Interruptions and Doubts (Buffy, G, Jojo's Bizarre Adventure xover) by madimpossibledreamer

A Place All Our Own (Ethan, Giles, G) by CantSpeakFae

We're off to see the Librarian (Buffy, T, Labyrinth xover) by CantSpeakFae

Dirty Dancing, I Mean Swordplay (Giles/Anya, ) by DWEmma

Old Fashioned Mayhem (Xander, T, MCU & Teen Wolf xover) by

Gentle Guidance (Buffy/Giles, G) by GhostDetective

Information- Spike (Spike/Reader, T) by blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms

My Kind Of Love Ch. 13 (Bufy/Faith, M) by Chlo88

[Chaptered Fiction]

Chapter 118: Help (4) (Buffy/Spike, M) by queen_insane

Chapter 25: Episode 22: The Last Stand Of The Initiative (Part 1) (Xander/Cordelia, Ensemble) by Kylia

Truth Be Told Ch. 1-3/3 (COMPLETE) (Buffy/Spike, T) by sandy_s

The Prodigals Ch. 1 (Giles/Jenny, T) by Florence_in_Silver

Retribution Ch. 10 (Buffy/Spike, T) by Polarchica516

In a Corner of My Soul Ch. 170 (Ensemble, T) by DragonyPhoenix

Life Hard, Chapter 39, Chapter 40, Chapter 41 and Chapter 42 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Soulburnt

Basked, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, E) by gwennie

Blonde Across the Pond, Chapter 16 (Buffy/Spike, E) by

Smoke in the Mirror, Chapter 21 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Axell

A Hellmouth Resurrection, Chapter 5 (Buffy/Spike, M) by SpindleKitten

Out of my mind in inky drabbles, Chapter 10 and Chapter 11 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Twinkles

Truth Be Told, Chapter 3 (Buffy/Spike, T) by

Dawn Bleeds Into Dusk, Chapter 14 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Malapert

New Beginnings., Chapter 23 (Buffy/Spike, E) by All4Spike

Finally Broken., Chapter 3 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Loup Noir

[Images, Audio & Video]

Artwork:Aesthetic (Spike) () by cantspeakfae

Artwork:Spike () by ficklewick

Artwork:Willow & Tara () by iridescent-looking-glass

Artwork: Tara Maclay () by thattallnerdybean

Artwork:Willow by sewaqui

Artwork:Willow () by spiccanart

Artwork:Buffy () by valcalos

Artwork:Ghost Willow () by prettynobodyco

Artwork:Sarah Michelle Gellar as Buffy () by rtighe

Artwork:BtVS Aesthetics () by seriesedition

Artwork:Adam () by monstersandgirls

Artwork:Buffy the Vampire Slayer episode poster (S1/E1) () by

Artwork:Willow () by megaloo

Artwork:Welcome to the Hellmouth Poster () by lazmarquez

Artwork:Sunnydale High sets () by braxensims

Artwork:Dark Willow () by magic-cafe

Artwork:Becoming II Poster () by galacxy

Artwork:BtVS Webcomic () by heroofthreefaces

Artwork:Willow/Oz Aesthetic () by willowsfanarts

Icons:37+ Icons BTVS 5X07 Fool for Love | Spike/Buffy () by stnia

Icons:20+ Icons BTVS | 6x04 - Flooded | 6x13 - Dead Things | Spike/Buffy () by stnia

Cosplay:Vampire Willow () by angelasthings

Cosplay:Faith: 5 x 5 and Faith: It Doesn't Matter() by millennialstar1

Video: Cordelia Chase | Wake Me Up () by 1SnoWhiteQueen1

Video: Angel (Ats) || Starboy () by xPsychoLoveProdzx

Video: Buffy Summers || Control () by PurpleCheesecake

Video: BtVS - Buffy/Xander - Sleepwalker () by kitzeproductions

[Reviews & Recaps]

Angel rewatch: The Girl in Question (5.20) by elsalapizza

Angel rewatch: Time Bomb (5.19) by elsalapizza

PODCAST: Primeval/Blind Date by M & M Podcast Network

PODCAST: Still Dead #20. Evil Hand Lindsey. (S2.17-18) by Chipperish

PODCAST: S4 E11 "Goodbye Iowa" by Buffy Virgin

PODCAST: Ep 76: Robot Slave 4 U by Slayerfest '98

PODCAST: 4.09: Something Blue by Buffering the Vampire Slayer

PODCAST: S05E06 - Bigger Than Halo Friends - Family by Pop Culture Role Call

PODCAST: by

PUBLICATION: Where The Wild Things Are Review (4×18) by oxymoronami

[Community Announcements]

Drabble Challenge 6: Deep by sunnydalescribe

Challenge 76: How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful by buffyforums

[Fandom Discussions]

the biggest flaws of Angel, season 5 by thehollowprince

A little question about fanfictions by mrsgordo84

Changing the ending of Help by forwardwithoutseeing

Anti-Spuffy Meta by baechuforlife

Wesley Meta by thebigmick284

I’m a little confused with what’s going on with the Buffy franchise right now by sunnydaleslut

Were you ever into Buffy? by sol1056

The Frustrating Thing About Buffy the Vampire Slayer by heterofredburkle

Buffy relatable? by millennialslayer

Giles Meta by jenny-calendar

Best Halloween Episodes by thegameofnerds

BtVS Season 5 Rewatch by Grace

Hoping to reconnect with old WB and Bronze boarders! by Gottarhyme

Discussion of 2.09 "The Trial" by Flannen

Spike/Buffy and Loyalty by GraceK

What Culture on Angel & Dollhouse: Change of premise? by Taake

Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Slayer STATS by Stanger406

Why was Darla wearing that catholic school girl outfit? by panic_bread

Why does Amy think that Willow had her powers handed to her? by jdpm1991

So after 7 years...(Rant) by VakariansFemshep

Discussion: Episode 70 (S4 E04): Slouching Toward Bethlehem

Discussion: Episode 126 (S7 E04): Help

[Articles, Interviews, and Other News]

PUBLICATION: Pairing Profile: Daith by Isabelle Disraeli

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