The Y/N Multiverse(Real world reader) 4:Here We go again!

The theater remained as it always had been, a grand amphitheater shimmering with ethereal light. It was a place beyond understanding, a sanctuary where the laws of physics bent to the will of the Author God. Within this space, the boundaries of fiction and reality blurred, and the impossible became commonplace.

The memories of the previous viewing were still fresh in the minds of those who had been present. They had watched (Y/n) grow, learn, and evolve, his life unfolding before them like a captivating novel. But like any story, there were questions that lingered, mysteries that remained unsolved.

During one of the breaks in the broadcast, Ruby Rose, her youthful exuberance tempered by the harsh realities she had faced, had cornered (Y/n) with a question that had been nagging at her.

Ruby:Why are you so protective of your red jacket?

(Y/n) blinked, taken aback by the sudden inquiry. He hadn't expected such a direct question, especially not from Ruby. He glanced down at the familiar red jacket, its worn fabric a comforting presence.

(Y/n):What do you mean?

he asked, trying to buy some time.

Ruby fidgeted, picking at a loose thread on her skirt.

Ruby:Well, I've noticed you wear it... all the time. Even when it's hot. And when anyone even looks like they might touch it, you get this... intense look. It's like it's more than just a jacket.

She tilted her head, her silver eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Ruby:So, I was just wondering... what's the story with the red jacket?

Before (Y/n) could formulate a response, his parents, (F/n) and the woman who would one day become (M/n)/Ram, intervened. They exchanged a knowing glance, a silent communication passing between them.

(F/n):(M/n) and I can answer that.

(F/n) said, a gentle smile gracing his lips. He waved his hand, and a series of images materialized in the air, each one a snapshot from (Y/n)'s life.

The first image showed (Y/n) as a newborn, swaddled in a red blanket. His tiny fist was clenched in the air, his face a picture of peaceful slumber. Next to him, (T/n), his twin, was snug in a green blanket.

(M/n):(F/n) is right in that (Y/n)'s Jacket has been worn by him ever since he was born....

(M/n)/future Ram explained, her gaze softening as she looked at her son.

(M/n):When he was born, he was wrapped in a little red blankie that he loved so much. As he grew older, he grew attached to it even as the fabric started to wither off.

(M/n)/Ram continued, a rare warmth softening her usual stoic expression.

(M/n):He wouldn't let go of that blanket. Dragged it everywhere. We tried to get him other blankets, softer ones, prettier ones... but it was always the red one he wanted.

She paused, a fond smile playing on her lips. 

(M/n):Eventually, it started falling apart. We had it patched and repaired so many times, it was more stitches than fabric. That's when we decided to have it made into a jacket.

(F/n) chuckled, stepping forward to put an arm around his wife's shoulders.

(F/n):Best darn tailor in town. Even managed to incorporate some of the original blanket's threads into the lining. It's sentimental, that jacket. Represents his childhood, his comfort, his...stubbornness.

He winked at (Y/n), who was now blushing slightly, a sheepish grin on his face.

The images continued to flicker, showcasing (Y/n) at different stages of his childhood. There was toddler (Y/n) in a red onesie, making a valiant attempt to stand, his face smeared with what looked suspiciously like strawberry jam. Pre-teen (Y/n), beaming proudly beside a lopsided sandcastle, his red jacket already a prominent feature.

Ruby:So....

Ruby said, her eyes wide with understanding,

Ruby:it's like... a security blanket, but in jacket form?

(Y/n) shrugged, burying his hands in the pockets of his beloved jacket.

(Y/n):Something like that. It just... reminds me of home, I guess. Of my parents. It's... comfortable.

He avoided eye contact, suddenly intensely interested in the intricate patterns of the theater floor.

Ruby walked up to (Y/n), her silver eyes shimmering with newfound appreciation.

Ruby:I understand now....

she said softly.

Ruby:It's more than just clothes. It's....a part...of You.

(Y/n), touched by Ruby's understanding and his parents' willingness to share, offered a small, genuine smile. He reached up and touched the familiar fabric of the red jacket, a silent promise to always cherish the memories woven into its threads. He hadn't realized how deeply ingrained it was into his identity, a comforting constant in a world of chaos.