(Edit: 10/20/16) If you feel like you've read this before, you just might've. This was originally a one-shot, but I decided that I wanted to do more with these two and don't want to have a bloated profile of short stories when I can group the related ones together. As a clarification, most of these are going to be one offs that will take place in AUs, canon, and maybe even a crossover or two. This collection will be updated irregularly. All of them will feature a relationship between Luna and Harry, but they might not all be romantic. Enjoy!

1. Proposal

Harry spotted her blond hair in the bustling group of first years easily. The sight of her almost made his heart stop right then and there at the Gryffindor table. Though, it wouldn't matter too much even if it did. It was his fifth second year after all. Being The Master of Death was a time consuming job, but with his immortality Harry found that he had plenty of it. Every few centuries he'd find himself back inside the cupboard under the stairs at the dreadful house in Little Whinging.

He didn't know why he kept waking up in his old life. Usually he would find himself in a completely new reality, time, and world. Although it was disorienting at times, it stopped the endless years from getting boring. Harry's first life was the only one that he ever revisited. Not that it was always the same as the original timeline. No, he found that small changes were present here and there. The instance on his third life where Dumbledore was replaced by a dinosaur and no one seemed to notice was just one example.

One thing Harry always made sure to do was to keep as much space between his wife and himself as possible. He made sure that she wasn't bullied like she was in the original timeline, but that was about the only action he took in relation to her. Of course he wanted to do something. To hold her, kiss her, and- well, maybe nothing else until she was older. Even Dumbledore was a child to him. The idea of doing anything with Luna even at the age when she'd be considered an adult was unsettling to say the least. Not that anything would happen. Harry wouldn't allow it. He couldn't lose her again. Though, even as he thought about his choice, Harry's eyes didn't leave the blonde girl.

Luna was staring up at the charmed ceiling with a dreamy, detached smile on her face. She was just perfect. Harry smiled when he caught sight of the acorns that hung from her ears and the necklace of sparkling, multicolored marbles on her neck. Her name was called and the blonde girl skipped happily up to the sorting hat and put it on. After a minute the old relic called out.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

It echoed throughout the Great Hall. Harry sat frozen in his seat, dumbstruck. The lions clapped respectfully and welcomed the new member of their house to the table. For a split second, Luna's beautiful silver eyes met his own and Harry knew that he was absolutely screwed. The Master of Death let out a small groan at the stupid alternate realities that seemed to only muck up his plans.

"Great, we got Loony Lovegood," Ron muttered with a mouthful of food. Hermione scolded the young redhead but it didn't reach Harry's ears.

He took another look at his wife and made his decision. He couldn't ignore her again. Having to move on to the next life without her was painful, sure, but having to ignore the person he cared about most when she was in the same room, sitting at the same table as him was starting to eat away at his sanity.

After the tables cleared and Dumbledore sent the students on their way, Harry was desperately thinking of something to say to Luna. He waited just outside the common room for McGonagall to finish her speech to the first years. Once she finished and left, Harry managed to pull Luna aside before she left to go to her room. Some of the other students looked at them curiously, but no one paid much heed to the young pair in the end. The blond girl looked up at him with her head tilted slightly and Harry swallowed nervously under the soft gaze. Luna's eyes shone like moons and his mind went blank.

"Hello," she introduced herself. Harry realized he still had an arm on her and quickly pulled it back. "I'm Luna Lovegood."

"Yeah," he breathed. Harry stood there for a moment and lost himself in her gorgeous eyes. After a beat of silence he blushed and continued awkwardly. "I'm Harry, Harry Potter."

"It's nice to meet you Harry Harry Potter," she smiled.

"No, it's just Harry."

"Oh I'm sorry. You want me to call you just Harry then?"

"No, that's not it either," he sighed. "My name's Harry Potter."

"Alright then Harry Potter. You know, you have an odd way of introducing yourself."

"I suppose so."

Harry shrugged and let out a small chuckle, which Luna joined. He couldn't really help it. The whole interaction was just so Luna. It amazed him that a conversation with her made him seem to lose all the wisdom he'd gained over the years and revert to a child again. His heart ached and he realized how much he needed her, how much he missed her. Harry's focus was pulled back to reality when he noticed that Luna was standing startlingly close to him.

"You're strange," she stated confidently. He nearly laughed at the ludicrousness of the comment coming from her of all people. Harry wanted to say something but found that his voice had been lost once again.

"Hm?" He managed. Just great. He was an entity of death that was thousands of years old and he couldn't keep his wits when talking to an eleven-year-old.

"Yes," she affirmed, "the nargles are terrified of you."

"A lot of things are, to be honest."

"Who are you?"

"I told you already."

"What are you?"

"…Complicated," said Harry.

Luna nodded, like it was a perfectly acceptable answer as to why the invisible creatures were apparently very scared of him.

"I should be off to bed. Goodnight Harry Potter."

She turned and strolled of to the girls' dormitory. Harry still had time. If he played it right that conversation could be the only meaningful interaction he had with Luna, but that wasn't going to be the case. His short legs were already moving before he'd even made the decision to go after her. He ran around her and stopped her. Luna stood patiently, waiting for Harry to figure out what he wanted to say. He appreciated it, mainly because he honestly had no idea how to explain his situation to her.

"Wait, before you go, I have something important to tell you."

"What is it?"

"Well," he began, "has your father told you about the Deathly Hallows?"

"You mean the ones from The Tales of Beedle the Bard? Daddy thinks they're real."

"They are," confirmed Harry.

"Oh! Daddy will be so happy to hear that. I'll have to write him," smiled Luna. She went to move around him, but Harry stepped in front of her.

"That's not all I wanted to say," he explained. "The Deathly Hallows are real, and I found them all."

"Does that mean you're the Master of Death?"

"Yeah…"

"That must be why the nargles run away from you!" she exclaimed.

"I guess," shrugged Harry. The conversation wasn't going in the way he thought it would, not that he really knew how he wanted it to go in the first place.

"That's fascinating. Do you have any special Death powers?"

"I can take off my head and juggle with it," he deadpanned. Luna's eyes shot open and she leaned in, staring at him with eyes wide like saucers.

"Really? Can you show me?"

"I can't really do that," laughed Harry.

"No I suppose not." Luna bit her lip in thought. "You can't really juggle with only one head. We'll have to find you a second head to juggle with. Can you grow another head?"

"No," he denied with a chuckle.

"Oh, that's too bad." Luna frowned with genuine disappointment.

"There is something related to me being the Master of Death that I have to tell you about though," he sighed. "I'm old. Very old."

"Are you thirteen? Did they forget to send you your Hogwarts letter the first time?"

"No." Harry smiled sadly. "I'm a couple thousand years old. I'm not quite sure exactly how old at this point. For whatever reason, being the Master of Death means that I can't die. Well, I do die, but I don't stay dead. I move onto another life. Sometimes I wake up in completely different times and on worlds halfway across the universe. Every once in a while I end up here though. We were friends in my first life. Eventually, we started dating and… well, we got married"

He said the last sentence in a quiet, nervous voice. He took Luna's hands in his and looked straight into her eyes.

"I don't want to scare you and I'm never going to force you into something you don't want," Harry assured with a whisper. "I just really miss you Luna."

"We were married?"

"Yeah, we were married for a little over a century actually," he confirmed.

"Okay," she nodded. "So are you proposing to me?"

"...What?"

"No? I guess I'll have to do it then. I don't really have an engagement ring though. Oh! I remember now, I have this." Luna reached into her pocket and pulled out a colorful, plastic ring. "Muggles leave the most interesting things just lying around. So Harry Harry Potter, just Harry, Harry Potter, will you marry me?"

Harry looked down at the plastic toy that was being held out to him and then back up at Luna. His eyes were wide and he was at a complete loss for words. He moved his cheap glasses and wiped away a tear that was forming at the corner of his right eye because dammit he wasn't going to cry. With a shaking hand he took the ring from her and slid it onto his finger. He stared at it and grinned up at Luna, who returned the smile. A few drops of water rolled off his face and onto his robes. It was the leaky ceiling, of course.

"Yes," he laughed and pulled her into a hug. "I'll marry you."

"Good. I'll write to daddy and tell him to make arrangements for the wedding."

She placed a kiss onto his forehead and skipped away. Harry sniffled and found that he couldn't stop grinning like a loon. He ran other hand around the smooth plastic of the ring as he watched Luna's blonde hair disappear behind a door.

Merlin, he loved that girl.

Harry sighed happily and returned to his room. Ron looked over to him as he entered and raised an eyebrow at him. Harry ignored the confused look on his friend's face and got ready for bed, smiling all the while. The red-haired wizard felt the need to pry when the grin didn't leave Harry's face for several minutes.

"What's got you so smiley?"

"Oh nothing," the Master of Death giggled, giggled. "I just got engaged to Luna Lovegood is all."

Just some quick fluff because these two are my sole reason for living and once again I'm obsessed with MoD Harry. Hope you guys enjoyed. I'm about 8k words into another story but I did that thing where I read a fic that was similar to the one I'm writing but 10 times better and now I just want to delete it haha. This was just done in like 2 hours to give me a break, so don't judge it too harshly. I might take the humor tag off of it later, I don't really know.

Oh! For anyone who is reading this because you are following me, I'm thinking of doing a version of 'Lily's Not So Imaginary Friend' with Sirius. So if you're not big on this couple you can look forward to that.

Love you all, til next time.

-Maze