2 Siblings...... Leyla and Leon, As they went a road trip with their private plane..... on the road of return never would they have imagine themselfs in a new adventure......

A Collection of Katekyo Hitman Reborn One-Shots Dedicated for KHR April Angst 2021

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In the process of moving to AO3. See work under the name "Venefica_Austercraon"

To the Readers,

You can see this note on one of my ao3 stories too. My ao3 profile is 'BloodBornOleander.'

Hi guys, unfortunately, this is not an update. Sorry. Really sorry. 

OK, so, how do I put this...? I'll just say it.

Guys, I'm really sorry but this story will be going on hiatus for an indefinite amount of time. For the moment, I've just kind of... lost inspiration, I guess you could say. I really am sorry about this. I hate hiatuses personally a lot, and I never wanted to do this, but I guess it's inevitable sometimes. Once again, I really am sorry.

So, am I ever going to come back to it? Yes, yes I am. At the most, this story will only be on pause for a year. Just until I've got a grip on my life. It's not that things are going badly though, it's just that lately, I've been feeling really tired and out of motivation. I've also started quite a few stories on other profiles like the irresponsible fool I am, so it's just really hectic. Adding to that, is COVID-19. It's not much of an excuse, I know, but it's just a whole lot of negative feelings piling up inside me; and I don't know how to get rid of it.

For the moment, I'm going to be concentrating on one story. The story is 'The Blades in Your Heart (that we've never noticed) on Archive of Our Own.

So I really am sorry to all my readers. You don't have to forgive me, or continue to keep an eye on this story, but I will be back on this- that I can promise. So again, sorry, and thank you for your understanding.

From your author, Bloody_Oleander.

He died. In a crash. In one of his stunts. Oh well, there are worse ways to die. He died doing what he truly loved so...
Then he woke up in a black room with a funny little white ball floating in front of him.
Hmm? Travel through different worlds to become the world’s greatest entertainer? Sounds fun! Let’s go for it!
Wait... what’s this... hey! System! You never said anything about a sticky, possessive, perverted husband!
I’m an entertainer, not a babysitter!

System: uwu... I wasn’t told about this either, Host!

Hello, this going to be my second longer One Piece project and I seriously can't say how long this story will be and how the updates will come. I will try to update at least once a month when I am in a flow of the story, it can be more chapters. But I don't do any promises. This story is still in the writing phase after all.
Also, there will be no update until I uploaded the last bonus chapters of 'Until they notice'. I just upload it earlier than I intended to get some reader ideas for the crew (more mentioned in the warnings) and also to see how you like it.
Before I say a few things about some, you can call them warnings. I would like to say, I know there will be mistakes. Mistakes I do not notice (only much later often x.x) and the programme, I use to keep the number low, don't notice them. So it would be a help if you point them out, so I can correct them. Just don't try to take off my head because of them. English is not my mother language. Also, I don't have a beta reader at the moment. I want one, but this system on fanfic dot net is a bit confusing (just my opinion^^').
To the warnings(or tags on AO3 as this is cross-posted), please read this before you start reading the story:
-fighting scenes: This is the first for me writing them in English and I usually think the lack something. So I appreciate constructive critic on them, so I can get better. But I think the first few will suck... I don't know.
-possible character death: You have to expect this one. I don't know if I kill off an important character or not, because my mind likes to change during writing a story. So I give you this warning to be safe.
-Alpha/Beta/Omegaverse: This something I really want to include. But more the impact on society. I hope it works and well with that I guess I can say, mpreg and smut will be hinted or will be in the story. (I don't know if when I write the explicit scenes they stay in the chapter for the fanfic. net version or if they are just in the AO3 version.)
-different crew: I bet some of you could already guess it from the summary, but yeah, this story is having a different (how much different, I haven't decided, yet) crew, which will probably get another name as in the canon. I'll like to have fifteen people on the crew. Excluding the four you already know after the prologue, there are eleven places (well more eight, as I have three people in mind I want to join for sure, but have to deal with their introduction, yet). Any suggestions? I'm open for them^^
-timeline: To the timeline, well there are things that happened like they did in the canon, but then there are things that are changed and maybe people who are thought to be dead are still alive. But no more details on that to avoid spoilers. Just a few things I can say without spoiler you. Luffy didn't get his devil fruit from Shanks. But the incident with the sea monster, where Shanks lost his arm, still happened. Also, I can say that much they will visit places which were shown in the anime/manga, but the actions there will be different (as the crew members are different and will react differently to certain situations). I will try to have some parts of their journey based on my ideas of an island and its inhabitants, too. But I don't how everything will turn out, yet.
-Pairings: You can expect BoyXGirl, BoyXBoy, and GirlXGirl. I'm not sure on most pairings and they can and some probably will change during the storyline. The only one, which is a constant, is MarcoXLuffy (my OTP at the moment), but this won't happen until later. For AO3, I will tag the pairing, if a new one appeared, when I upload the chapter after it appeared. The same can be said about characters, which will play a role.
I hope I didn't forget anything in my rambles... Just one thing, you should expect sometimes the unexpected. Really, do it. If I go through with some of my ideas for this story... well let's just say some of them a crazy and probably has some plot holes that I have to fill first:x And when I talk about plot holes, there will be a few at first. Some things that will be explained in a flashback or later during the journey. So I won't give you an answer if you asked about. Well maybe I gave one, but then it will be more a riddle or a useless answer;)
But enough rambled. I proudly present to you the prologue of 'A different journey' (the title can change during the story, but it is my working title at the moment^^')
 
~Prologue – The beginning of a new journey~
Garp wasn't sure what should expect when he heard Luffy crying and Ace shouting the whole way to Dadan's house. Yeah, he knew the boys could be loud. But he never heard Luffy crying like that and Ace's voice sounded angry and tired. He also noted sadness. What could happen to his boys to make them like that? Normally they could even laugh off his training methods. He clenched his fists and fasten his pace. Whoever dared to hurt his boys like this was going to meet his fists. He cared for his boys, even if he didn't show it very often.
When he arrived at Dadan's house, the vice admiral noticed that Ace was tied up to a tree while Luffy's crying came out of the house. The black-haired boy fought with the ropes and shouted that someone should free him and he would show this bastard. „Ace, what's wrong?" Garp looked concerned for his adopted grandson. Ace finally noticed Garp and was shocked first. The boy looked at him. He didn't move. He didn't even seem to like to answer. But then Ace opened his mouth. His words were quiet, but Garp did understand him. „Why would you care, stupid Jiji? " He sighed and freed Ace from the rope. Garp put one hand on the boy's shoulder before he led him into the house.
He looked around for his biological grandson. He found the young boy in one corner of the room. Luffy looked smaller than usual. „Sabo…", he sobbed. Garp turned his head to look for his blonde adopted grandson. But he couldn't see the top-hatted boy. He had a bad feeling about the absences of the boy.
„Dadan", Garp shouted and made Luffy flinched. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see that Ace was conflicted how to deal with the situation. Garp sighed and pushed the boy softly to his younger brother. Ace looked up a bit unsure what exactly he wanted. But then the older black-haired one went to his little brother and sat down next to him.
Garp let a soft smile ghost over his face before he turned to Dadan, who entered the room. She looked grumpy like always, but her face turned into a shocked expression as she noticed the vice admiral.
„Garp-san?! " „What is going on here, Dadan? I found Ace tied to a tree, Luffy crying and Sabo missing. " Silence filled the room. Garp didn't like it. Because it reminded him of the death reports at work. He feared the answer. But this was most likely the answer that Sabo …
„Sabo died… his ship was shot by this world bastard…", Dadan said and clenched her fists in anger. Garp was shocked. He had expected a lot of ways how Sabo could have died since he started to suspect it, but not this one. He gritted his teeth and looked at Ace and Luffy.
The younger one was now asleep in the arms of his older brother. Ace still looked unsure, but when he noticed Garp's glance he tightened the hug as to protect his little brother.
Garp didn't like to think about their pain, but he could imagine it and he was in pain just thinking about it. It made him also questioned if they were still safe. He had sworn himself to protect them by hiding them and training them. Perhaps it was wrong to hide them…
„I take Ace and Luffy with me." „What?! Why, Garp-san?" „We won't become Marines, stupid Jiji."
The fire in Ace's eyes reminded Garp of Gol D. Roger. But he didn't say anything about that. It was better not to mention the boy's father. Not when he was already angry.
„I'm not taking you two with me to make you Marines. You are too young for that. I'm taking you with me because it could help you with your grief. I'm not telling you to forget about Sabo, but seeing a different, new surrounding might help you get over it."
Ace just stared at him. He could see that the boy didn't know what to think of that. It would probably take some time when they were on the ship to get them halfway back to their normal selves. But if it helped them Garp would be ready to do anything.
„You can't just come here and demand that they come with you. You are away most of the time. How do you expect the brats to trust you?!", Dadan shouted. She seemed angry. Garp could understand till a certain point. But she didn't help them deal with the death of their brother. Being tied to a tree or left alone in a corner didn't help one bit. But he didn't have the time to discuss this with her.
„Pack their things, Dadan." His voice was more a growl. He didn't want to be angry, but if he had to be a bit harsher towards Dadan to made her work, he would do it. She shouldn't question his dominance. „My boys want to go out to the sea someday. So the vacation from Dawn Island will not only perhaps help them learn to deal with their grief, but also I can prepare them what is happening there on the seas. At the moment I don't care if they become pirates or Marines. I just want them to be prepared so that they are safe when they start their own journey. So they come with me."
Dadan looked at him. Her brown eyes still full of anger. But it seemed less. She didn't question his authority any longer. She sighed. „Fine, I pack their things. But don't think to leave without letting the brats say Good-bye to Makino."
Garp nodded and Dadan climbed the ladder to the boy's room to pack their things.
The vice admiral sighed and turned his head to Ace. He went on his knees. „I know that you probably hate me for this decision. But I feel that this could help you and I swear I won't try to turn you into Marines. But you have to promise me not shout out loud that you want to become pirates, after all, you will stay on a marine ship. Especially Luffy. Can I trust you to keep him safe? I think he needs his big brother most at the moment and you need him, too."
The fire in Ace's eyes was still there. But it wasn't as challenging as in the beginning. The boy looked down at his younger brother and weighed his head from side to side.
„Will… Will it help us to get stronger?"
„I'm sure of that, Ace."
~ten years later~
Garp sighed as he looked at the ship with which his grandsons would start their adventure. They grew some much in the last ten years and got stronger that he somehow wished he could turn back time and had done this earlier. Maybe then Sabo would be still alive and on the ship with Ace, Luffy, Law and Bepo.
Someone sniffed next to him. „It is so sad to watch them go. I remember as it was yesterday that you placed them under my care and even when they got Bepo on board", Rosinante whipped a tear away but forced himself to smile. „We hold them off for three years. I don't think it could have worked any longer. Still, I am happy that they promised to stay adventurers at the start and only hoist the flag when they enter the New World if they still want to", Garp said.
„I wouldn't be so sure. If I know my brats, they hoist the flag earlier then you think", Dadan said. The woman fought with her tears.
„Good luck on your journey", Makino shouted as the sail was set.
„Remember to brush your teeth. Don't eat anything that is rotten. Take care of yourself. Don't start fights. I hope you meet many new friends and don't forget to smile", Rosinante shouted after the ship. A bright smile on his face, but tears in his eyes.
„You sound like a mother, Cora-san."
That was Law. Trying to be not touched by Rosinante's mother nature towards him.
„We are old enough to know this without being reminded."
And that was Ace who secretly was happy about the words. Because they meant that someone cares about him.
„I'll miss you, Cora-san. Thank you for everything. And everyone else, too. Jii-chan, greet uncle Dice and granduncle Goat from me."
Typical Luffy. No problem admitting what is on his mind. He will seriously miss the little troublemaker on board. It was fun to see new recruits dealing with him. In general how the new members of his ship dealt with his grandsons and grandnephew.
„Straightforward, Bepo."
„Aye, aye, captain."
Be safe, boys…

End scene.
I was going to do a joke chapter where Izuku hits Kendo and is disqualified since Mic would shout ALL WOMEN ARE QUEENS, but it was in poor taste so I scrapped it and just wanted to conclude my escapades here, but nonetheless.

Well this turned out more views than I would have had in mind, one of you even had a hunch in the reviews. And I would have gotten away with it too if it weren't for that meddling reviewer.

But then again, that Bruh chapter was my literal last ditch effort, so good to know it worked!

JK I was going to end this some time soon so the revelation just fast forwarded my plans.

To be fair I guess I didn't dropped more hints or subtletly imply more in the postings of each chapter, but then again I would argue my name in itself is a red crimson flag.

My name is RepostLord, as in, I'm a Lord. At reposting. As in someone who is- nevermind you get it.

Yep. I know usernames shouldn't be taken too literally, but it was there.

Then again I did 'upload' an entirely 'new' and 'original' story out of left field that went under the radar, but then again, hints.

And Author Notes being literally the ones given that you can click on provided by WN, but I digress.

So questions are abound, like;

-)Why the f did you did this in the first place?

Great question! Because quarantine. I'm not kidding.

Jokes aside (most of it), I wanted to spread this fanfic around, now this has been on the sites you'd expect like Ao3, Wattpad and FFN. Not saying  it's not a decently followed fic, or no one is seeing it, but more to spreading it around, you feel?

(Ao3 and Wattpad in particular, the ones being released currently are re-typed chapters by the author) If you want to be spoiled for what the series might go direction wise in general by the original script, then go on ahead sailor.

But if you want to just read the re-typed then just go to FFN.

Which leads me to the second burning question,

-)HEY ASSWIPE, WHO'S THE AUTHOR?!?

That would be Pikaboo73, so far only focusing on TBAH and a Pokemon Sword and Shield fic, if that's your fancy.

Now I'll admit that this wasn't done with permission, therefore I'll promptly delete it all probably and we could call it a day since I'm a chill dude and that would be a hassle.

Again, just wanted to see if someone caught on and such. Quarantine has been a real doozy.

So Gentlemen, (and like 1% Ladies) I implore you to go to the original sites and read there, I've heard he has a Discord too if that's your thing.

Stan page for To Be A Hero if it ever comes here.


Yeet.

Previously...
"Fairy Tail is victorious!" Makarov declared, "But I had very little to do with it. This victory is yours, my children!"
As the rest of Fairy Tail whooped their victory, Ramza chuckled.
"We couldn't have done it without you, master." He smiled.
Currently...
Ramza sipped from his cup of coffee as he scribbled onto his journal.
"The last days have been very exciting, to say the least." He wrote, "First I learn magic, then we go to a cursed island, and now we literally just won a guild war."
Ramza chuckled to himself as he recalled all the things that have happened these days past.
"Regarding the war, our guild hall is pretty trashed. And so, they planned that they're gonna rebuild it even bigger than before. Everyone is helping out, even Levy and her team! They just got out of the hospital recently, and I'm glad that they're recovering nicely. Lucy isn't with us though, I assume it's because she sustained a lot of injuries."
"Just yesterday, a bunch of guys wearing cloaks that had the symbol of an ankh on it approached us. They said they were the rune knights, the magic council's army. They explained that all of us were to be questioned about the war, for about a week. Besides that, the drama between Phantom and Fairy Tail kinda died down. Nobody talked about it anymore 'cause they were all focused on rebuilding the guild hall."
"The rune knights still haven't made a decision on what the punishment of Fairy Tail is, so I guess we can take a breather for now."
Ramza's hand fumbled with his quill as he thought about what to write next.
"Thing is though, I can't stop thinking about me and Natsu's fight with that Totomaru guy. I was absolutely worse than useless there, since that guy targeted me since I didn't have immunity to fire. I just got in the way, and my wind magic did little to aid Natsu since I was already down on the ground."
"I thought that my bow and sword skills were alright, that it could somehow make up for my lack of magical power and experience. I was wrong. I could barely fight Totomaru's swordsmanship, and he rendered my bow skills useless. I have to get stronger."
His lips curled in frustration as he set his quill down. Ramza sat up from his desk, and finished his coffee drink in one gulp. He exhaled and got his coat from his chair and proceeded towards the door. There was one way he knew how to become more powerful, and he knew who could help him.
He walked to the place where the once proud Fairy Tail guild hall stood, now being rebuilt brick per brick. Ramza looked around, seeing people working hard at the guild hall's reconstruction. Master Makarov grew in size via his giant magic and hammered a piece of lumber with his fist. Elfman and Mirajane spread a piece of paper over a table, probably the blueprints of the construction. Macao directed Laki to cast her wood-make magic at certain places.
He walked a bit more, and saw the person he wanted to talk to.
"C'mon! I want to see those pillars in place by this afternoon!" Erza commanded.
"Hey, Erza." Ramza greeted.
The redhead turned to him. "Oh it's you, Ramza."
"So, uh," Ramza shuffled awkwardly in place, "The construction of the guild going nicely?"
Erza nodded. "Yes. It's going smoothly."
"I, uh, that's nice." Ramza said.
Erza noticed his unusual behavior. "Yes, Ramza?"
He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Yeah, uh, you see..."
Erza's eyebrows furrowed. "Is something the matter?"
"W-well," Ramza stuttered, "I fave a favor to ask."
"What is it?" Erza asked.
"Could you," Ramza took a deep breath, "Could you please be my teacher?"
Erza blinked. "Teacher?"
Ramza exhaled. "Yes. I want you to teach me the way of the sword."
She was visibly surprised. "How did this come along?"
"Well," Ramza chuckled weakly, "I think I'm pretty weak. I do know how to use a blade, but I couldn't even fight that Totomaru guy."
"I thought you and Natsu defeated him?"
"Only Natsu did." Ramza said dejectedly. "Totomaru totally won our sword duel. He slashed at my side for good measure. My sword skills aren't enough."
"That's why," Ramza faced Erza determinedly, "I wanted you to teach me how to improve my skill with the sword! Please be my teacher!"
Ramza bowed to her, and the requip mage smiled. "Well, I can't say no to that. Very well. I'll become your teacher."
"Thank you very much!" Ramza grinned.
"For your training," Erza started, "Start by carrying all this lumber!"
Ramza frowned. "Wait, right now?"
"Yes." Erza pointed to the large pile of wooden beams beside her. "I want you to carry these to Master Makarov."
Ramza gulped looking at the ginormous wood pile, then steeled himself and saluted Erza. "Yes ma'am!"
He then bound the wooden beams together with a wind rope, and hauled it on his back. Ramza barely made it a few steps before collapsing under the lumber's weight.
"This'll take a while..." Erza sighed.
.................................
The sun was high in the sky when Ramza took a seat next to Natsu and Gray on a nearby bench. It was midday, and they were exhausted from lugging around the wooden beams. At least, Ramza was.
"Ugh, I can't do this anymore..." Ramza groaned.
"Wait, really?" Natsu said. "We're just getting started!"
He let out a roar of flame, but it quickly died out. 
Gray scoffed at him. "Can you give it a rest, Natsu? Some of us are tired."
Ramza sighed in exhaustion. "Plus, I'm getting pretty hungry,"
"Oh yeah!" Natsu snapped his fingers, "C'mon Ramza, gimme some fire to eat!"
Ramza sent a weak glare at him. "I can't cast any runes when I'm as tired as this."
"I'm starving." Gray said into the sky, "I wish I had something to eat."
Suddenly, a wave of blue liquid appeared from behind a pillar and crashed into all of them. They were soaked from head to toe, and not one of them was spared from the water.
"What the?" Natsu exclaimed.
"Water?" Ramza blew out a spout of it.
"And what's this?" Gray said.
"What do you mean?" Ramza asked while removing his coat to squeeze the liquid out.
"Uh, this?" Gray pointed to the thing on his palm, which appeared to be a lunch box container.
"Ooh! Food!" Natsu whooped.
"Well, looks like you got your wish," Ramza observed, "Let's open it?"
"Alright then." Gray opened the cover, and he paled upon seeing a very decorated lunch. His face was artistically designed using dried seaweed and fish, with cheese added in the shape of sparkles. Corn and carrots lined the edges, and rice was under all the vegetables as a second later. And to top it all off, grilled meat was cut out to spell 'LOVE' beside Gray's face.
"It looks tasty!" Natsu grinned.
"Dude, your face is totally edible." Ramza said in a neutral tone.
"I can't eat this!" Gray sweatdropped, "It's too weird!"
"I'll eat it for ya!" Natsu offered with a drooling mouth.
Ramza poked the meal with a finger. "I'd eat it but..."
He jabbed his thumb behind him, pointing towards a certain redhead. Gray and Natsu were too busy arguing to notice Erza coming.
"Who said you guys could take a lunch break?" Erza growled, but then she saw the lunch in Gray's hands. "Is that supposed to be your face?"
Without a second thought, she requipped a fork into her hands and jabbed it into food Gray's eyeball. The real Gray was visibly distraught as he saw his edible persona being eaten.
"Mmm, this is good." Erza said with a full mouth, "I could eat the whole thing."
"Uhh, yeah. You guys do that. I'm gonna check out where that water came from." Ramza said. The others didn't respond since they were all occupied with the food.
He then left them to the food container and approached the wall where the water came from. It was still damp from earlier.
"Last time I checked, water just doesn't come from walls like that." Ramza snorted, then looked at the wall again. "Maybe magic? But from where? Behind?"
Ramza poked his head through a large crack in the wall. He saw a blue haired girl giggling to herself weirdly, shaking her flushed face like it was going to come off.
"Yes, and we'll have thirty three babies!" The girl squealed to herself, "I'm so happy I could cry!"
Ramza stumbled through the hole. "Th-thirty three babies!?" He spluttered.
The girl continued, hearts in her eyes. "Oh yes! I'll cook your meals every day, my dear Gray!"
"Everyday?" Ramza frowned at her. 
The girl then seemed to notice him, and immediately turned red. "Oh, sorry! I was just thinking about my beloved~!"
"Right..." Ramza didn't recall Gray saying he had a beloved. "Uh, were you the one who made the Gray Face food? And douse us with water in the process?"
"Yes! And I spent three days making that lunch for him!" The girl said dreamily, but then she started to cry comical tears. "But now he says he doesn't like it because it's too weird!"
Ramza sweatdropped. "It's a meal of his face. Nobody would be able eat easily!"
"But, but, it's the very culmination of my love for him!" She wailed.
"You're very enthusiastic about him, huh?" Ramza said.
She nodded vigorously. "He is the love of my life, ever since we met atop the giant of Phantom Lord!"
"Phantom Lord?" Ramza jogged his memory of the incident. "I remember now! You're Juvia, one of the Element Four! We kinda met, I guess?"
Juvia frowned. "We have?"
"I'd forgotten," Ramza said, "You were passed out at the time. As I remember it, Gray said it looked like you were having a good dream."
"Oh, hehe..." Juvia fidgeted with her fingers, blushing lightly. "It was indeed a good dream..."
"Anyways, why're you here at Fairy Tail?" Ramza said, then blinked. "Oh wait, I probably have a good guess..."
"Juvia is just here to watch over Gray~" Juvia said innocently.
"You mean stalking him." Ramza deadpanned.
"No, Juvia's just," She struggled to find the right words, "Being his guardian angel..."
"Yeah..." Ramza said, "And you've been here the entire time looking at him?"
"Definitely!" Juvia said enthusiastically. "He's just so handsome, and when he takes off his shirt..."
She let out a girlish squeal, and Ramza mentally facepalmed.
"Is this lady that obsessed with him?" Ramza groaned, but the water mage didn't seem to hear. "But I guess that's one less person as an enemy."
"I haven't asked you yet," Juvia suddenly loomed over Ramza like a shadow. The wind mage gulped as she looked downright terrifying. "But what is your relationship with my Gray? Juvia has always seen you with him..."
"Oh, him?" Ramza let out a weak chuckle. "He's my friend."
The water mage resumed to looking cheerful. "Then there's no problem!"
Ramza let out a sigh of relief, but Juvia towered over him again. 
"So if he's your friend," She grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. "Tell me everything about my Gray! What he wants! What he does! If he likes girls with bigger boobs!"
Ramza broke free of Juvia's grip. "Woah, woah! I can't just tell you that!"
Juvia stared down at him darkly. "Oh, why?"
"'Cause friends just don't tell secrets?" Ramza replied timidly.
"So you need something in return?" Juvia said.
"That's not-"
The water mage cut him off. "Juvia knows what you young boys want. If it's for Juvia's love of Gray, then I would gladly do anything you ask!"
She then began to undo the buttons on her coat, but Ramza stopped her. "Uh, that's not really necessary."
Juvia crossed her arms. "Then what would you want? Isn't that what you all young boys think about?"
An idea popped into Ramza's head. "How about you show me how you use magic? You could be my teacher and stuff."
"So Juvia is to teach you how to do water magic?" She asked.
"Yeah." Ramza said.
Plus, he added mentally, I don't need to tell her the important parts. Just stuff that is alright to share, not anything serious. She seems genuine enough to not use that stuff for granted.
"Then it is a deal." The water mage extended her hand.
"Yes." Ramza took her hand and shook it, solidifying their agreement.
Juvia sighed in relief. "So, the first thing I want to know is-"
"Wait, right now?"
"That is, if Gray enjoyed the food." Juvia finished.
Ramza put a hand to his chin. "That isn't so bad. Wait here, let me check."
He then crawled out through the hole, going back to his friends. Ramza soon returned, word of the news on his lips.
"He said it definitely looks weird," Juvia pouted, but Ramza wasn't finished yet. "But it actually tastes good."
Juvia's eyes sparkled. "Really?"
Ramza grinned at her. "I should know. I took a little bite for myself."
"Grrr..." The water mage let out a low growl, but it was more joking than serious. "That meal was for Gray and Gray alone!"
"Sorry about that." Ramza apologized.
..............................
So hey! Thanks for reading up to this point in the story! I haven't been writing much now because of school, so expect a delay in updates.
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Ramza (My OC) lost the only place he had known as home. When dark creatures of shadow storm and raze his house, his father decides to send him to Magnolia by a teleportation spell. He instructs him to seek the guild known as Fairy Tail, who welcome him with open arms. Follow the Fairy Tail gang and Ramza in their adventures! I don't own Fairy Tail. I only own my OC.

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116Chapter 1: 1: prologue
A/N: crossposted from AO3.

this is an idea that came to me when i was mucking around with the idea of a tom/harry story.

title is inspired by this line from 'captain america: the first avenger':
"Whatever happens tomorrow, you must promise me one thing. That you will stay who you are, not a perfect soldier, but a good man."

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BOOK ONE: Ripples Across the Water

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prologue.

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October 31st, 1981

The Potter Cottage, Godric's Hollow

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There is a place called Godric's Hollow where James Potter and Lily Potter died. Lord Voldemort entered their home on October 31st and murdered them in cold blood before turning his wand on their one-year-old son, Harry James Potter.

Harry Potter stands up in his crib, the memory of green lights dancing behind his eyes. He is crying because the lights hurt his eyes and he wants his mother. There are ancient magics in the air, lingering and heavy with the recent loss of Lily Potter's life. But there are magics older than murder and older than death. There is life and love in those pairs of brilliant green eyes, those two eyes empty and those two eyes full. There is a half-blood boy who is loved by his parents.

Tom Riddle looks down the length of his yew wand at the orphan in front of him and draws upon every ounce of hate he possesses. The pull of emotion is mechanical, effortless. Hate rises to the surface and gasps for breath—

"Avada kedavra."

The jet of green light glances off of Harry Potter's forehead and strikes Lord Voldemort in the heart, tearing his damaged soul in two. The agony is unimaginable. You will not read this in any ancient tomes, or ask this of any ghosts that haunt the earth, but you will now know that the death of the deathless feels like an eternity spent alone.

Two inky-black wraiths linger in the air, so close together as to be nearly indistinguishable from each other. Not even a millisecond of time has passed since the Killing Curse was uttered. Harry's forehead is bleeding and Tom Riddle's body has burned to ashes. Of the three beings in the room, only one is breathing.

The large wraith shakes itself as though in horror, hovering above the body of the woman who gave her life to save her son. It escapes past the window into the chill October air, never looking back. The suffocating darkness in the room begins to fade.

Now left alone, the small scrap of soul that has detached itself from the whole slips across the open air. Faster than a blink, it flees straight through the lightning-shaped opening in Harry Potter's head, searching for that feeling of wholeness and completeness. The infant is knocked back onto its bottom. The soul piece latches on greedily, a parasite twisting the up against the innocent. It relishes in the feeling of possession and belonging. The boy belongs to it, and it belongs to the boy.

But being attached to Harry Potter's soul is not enough.

The scrap of soul squirms, absorbing and feeling as it acclimates to its new host. It is not used to feeling. The whole of it that it used to be a part of does not remember feeling.

There is a little boy flying on a toy broomstick there is a little boy eating a birthday cake there is a little boy laughing and smiling there is a little boy playing with a shaggy black dog there is a little boy staring at brilliant green eyes there is a little boy who is loved there is a family—

The soul piece wants. It wants so badly to be Harry Potter. It wants to wind back the hours and the days and the months and relive the memories of the boy-who-lived forever.

There is movement and noise and people, but the Horcrux is heavily focused on itself. It diverts all extra magical and mental energy to its own thought processes. The boy's soul is strong, but malleable. The scrap of soul feeds easily on the power source lingering in the boy, in the boy's connection to his dead mother. Her body is cooling, but her magic lingers.

Eventually, the physical form of the boy, Harry, is gathered into a swaddling bundle dampened with tears and lifted away. The night air is cool and brisk against the scar tissue on the forehead, but the rest of the body is warm, held close in an embrace.

Tom Riddle never had a family. With time, he convinced himself he didn't need one. With the creation of the diary horcrux, he had decided his own destiny. He had known with the certainty of his own existence that he would never want or need to feel whole again.

The bundle of the boy is placed into a poorly-Transfigured wicker basket, and then they are once again moving at a good pace through the world around them.

The sky is lit with millions of stars. The moon is high and there are few clouds to cover it. The frenzied thoughts of the soul scrap go quiet. It is pensive now. Reminiscing. It is reminded of nights spent in the Astronomy tower. Nights spent at its once and only home.

Was it possible to call Hogwarts home, to love it even with the absence of the people in it? Home was a foreign concept applied to the only place where Tom Riddle had felt like he finally belonged. Hogwarts was his birthright. Magic was his, and the magic that belonged to him could never be taken away. This was the fact he knew to be true above any other.

Deeply and truly, there are magics older than death and older than time.

All across Britain, wizards and witches alike take up the cry: "To Harry Potter—the boy-who-lived!"

They have long waited for these golden years of peace that James, Lily, and Harry will never get to see.

But before there was time, there was light. There was beginning.

Harry Potter's mutilated soul reaches across the expanse of fifty-four years and screams.

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December 31st, 1926

Wool's Orphanage, London

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Merope Gaunt delivers her newborn child into poverty and obscurity. The boy enters the world the same way his mother departs it: alone.

This part of the story always remains the same, untouched by the hands of time, unmoved by fate herself. Tom Riddle was only ever destined for greatness, and this greatness would never include family.

Tom Marvolo Riddle is left with nothing but his father's name and the cold bite of the winter air in place of the warm touch of his mother.

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October 31st, 1927

?, London

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Nearly a year later, a wicker basket appears on a front step. The woman who opens the door retrieves a parchment letter and a small, raven-haired infant.

The letter begins something like this:

Dear Mrs. Petunia Dursley nee Evans,

I am afraid I bear terrible news of your sister and her husband…

A collection of others work for my enjoyment

hi there! ✧ ⊹ ⋆

to start off, i'd like to say that i began writing this story in 2018 on ao3, under the account of 'precerii' as well. so if you see a story just like this one on that site, with that username, don't worry! it's just me aha. i thought it would be nice to share my story on other platforms as well!

secondly, this story is inspired by an edit made by Apricot: https://youtu.be/XIDNTSpnsFc

she was nice enough to let me write a fan-fiction based upon it. please check it out, it's so good. probably one of my favorite edits! :p

third and lastly, this story is an emotional rollercoaster. 

i will warn you here and now, DO NOT read this story if you are uncomfortable with graphic descriptions of violence, (sort of) gory scenes, cursing and DON'T read if you are not ready to be in your feels as this story progresses. 

also i literally just got this app. i'm from wattpad (my @ there is 'precerii' lol) so u REALLY don't know how this app works help me 🥺

A/N:
"Hey!" - said aloud
{"I hate them."} - thoughts
>> [It was nothing.] << - binary/ droid speak
<< Where are you? >> - Communicator Message
「Purification」- spell
<b> Him </b> - emphasis
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For faster updates, head up on Archive of Our Own and search for MARVEL_DC_HEART_THROBS. That's my pseud there. Under that, this story can be searched with the same title in AO3. There, the chapters have long past 70+.
P.S--The Story there has a lot more complete notes and hosts images.
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Shmi Skywalker thought that all through her life she would be no more but a slave. That until her death she would be no more but treated as some form of commodity and traded as how her owners saw fit.
That said, things changed when the Jedi arrived.
First, her son was freed and was promised to be part of their cause. Then next, she too was taken from her home planet and freed as her supposedly new master turned out to be her son's new mentor.
There in Coruscant, she was afforded to live as a free person and given aid and lodgings. All in exchange to be there when Anakin needed her.
Her son. Her baby was there in the same planet as her.
She was brought to Coruscant to be with him and, somehow, she couldn't see much of a reason out of it. Nonetheless, she was grateful.
Her savior was mysterious in ways she understood the Jedi and wondered on why the silver haired man which she regularly contacted through a magical mirror artifact always seemed to be lonely and in pain. Green gem-like eyes may shine so wonderfully but the pain which they held within made her think warriors who lost their everything and were forced to piece their lives together again. It made her think of the eyes of aged and ancient slaves who saw far too many horrors for their own good but were coerced to continue for the sake of mere existence and the continuity of their line. It made her think of the cold and death as the darkness held within them seemed to be alive.
It was a daunting thing to think about as the one who would guide her son to be so…Broken. {"Corrupted,"} her mind once whispered to her for some unknown reason after one of their talks via Mirror-call. Shmi was worried and wondered how his baby would turn out when they'd finally see each other again.
So, when he was finally saw Anakin again, she was surprised to see the boy to remain so bright and happy. Her son hugged her with such great love and told him of everything that had happened during his first year as a Jedi learner.
That said, as much as she did her best in listening, Shmi's brown eyes couldn't stop itself from tracking the silvernette and pondering on how could those green gem-like eyes now be so bright and full of positivity that it made the raven haired woman wonder if what she saw through the mirror was real. Everything about the red garbed Jedi puzzled her as she couldn't properly connect the person that was physically in her midst and the man which she saw through a glass.
It was disconcerting enough that Shmi was startled to find Anakin looking at her. Judging her. Then telling her, "Master is not broken, mom. Nor is he in any way corrupted. He's just…lost. He's still trying to find whatever it is he's searching for.  Maybe he's trying to find his light."
Swallowing her rebuttal at such words, Shmi somehow felt as if she was missing something. The way her son stared at her made her feel that something big was going to happen and what that event was she didn't know.
"Ani?"
"I love you, mom. I honestly do."
"But…?"
"But I can't you let you think so negatively of my wife like that, mom. As much as Master Tord denies it, he's an angel. And he's my angel, mom. He's my wife," Anakin stated with as much conviction and looked at her as if it would allow her to have an understanding of what's going on within his son's head.
"Wife!? Anakin, he's your teacher!" Shmi pointed out as incredulity marred her face.
"He is," Anakin countered, "But you said it yourself years ago that a wife is someone who would share a bed with me and eat all our meals together. A wife is someone who would take care of me and love me for who I am. A wife is someone who would support me and be patient enough to deal with me even if I fail, get angry or lose confidence with myself."
"That doesn't exactly mean anything, Anakin!"
"It does! Master did all of those for me, mom. Master is my wife even if I'm not officially married to him yet because the legal age of marriage in Tatooine is 13. In just a couple more years he'll be mine," Anakin declared with utmost certainty that it troubled Shmi and had her thinking whether Tord poisoned his son's mind.
{"Where's Qui-Gon Jinn? I left my son to him. Not to this…this ethereal manipulative monster."}
At that, Shmi suddenly realized that his son's expression darkened and the boy's voice went down an octave as he coldly remarked, "Master didn't manipulate me. Master's good. He's far too good so I need to protect him. He's my wife. He'll be my wife."
"Ani, no. You're still a child. You don't know—"
"Enough! I don't want to hear your words! I don't want to hear you saying anything bad to my Master," the blonde boy hissed as he unconsciously wove the Force strongly with his words. "You'll forget of ever thinking negatively about Master Tord. You'll forget about all the terrible things that you thought about him and only remember the good. You'll always think of him well and you will accept him as my wife, mom.
Starting from now on, that's what'll happen.
You'll support our love and nothing else. You'll wish our happiness and nothing else. You'll want us to be happy. You want me to be happy."
The air of finality with Anakin thickened as the Force around him undulated rapidly. The mind of Shmi being forcibly remade and Anakin's own Force presence straining as whatever came to him made him speak such words to his own mother to the point it horrified himself.
Nonetheless, the deed was done and the Force ended up pitying its Chosen One as it even altered Anakin's memories and made him forget his own impulsiveness. With a flash of bright light, the Force screamed and both Shmi and Anakin lost consciousness in the greatly sized living room.

What would you do as a veteran reincarnator when you find yourself not just in an alternate version or parallel universe? What would you do when you find yourself reincarnating into a universe that you have seen to be well known in the entertainment franchise in your previous life?

Would you stay quiet about what you know and let things go as is or would you willingly change things?

At that moment, that was Tord's problem once he found himself waking up in one place he never expected nor did he even know truly existed.

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The use of words "Wife", "Lady" and a few other feminine identifiers doesn't exactly mean that a character is female here. In this story AU, people are fine referring to people depending on the role they usually play and whether the said person they are referring to accepts such identifiers.

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This story would now be continuing in Archive of Our Own. My Pseud there is MARVEL_DC_HEART_THROBS.

P.S- There's now a Discord Server which I made just to discuss anything about this series:
https://discord.gg/rVhHZzf

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