Alexandria Douglais came to Fairy Tail with hopes of a fresh start - a clean slate - a new beginning. She didn't come for the Dreyar boy to show up out of the blue one day and to start prancing around as if he owned the place. Life was kind of a pain in the ass already, and that Dreyar idiot didn't seem to have any plans to make it easier. (NaLu, Gajevy, Gruvia, Elfgreen, Lyredy)

In my mind, these three things came together: the great Dragon with his lust, his keen hearing and his scent; the proud Dwarven Prince with his old burning grudge; and the fiery young woman, with her wagging tongue and iron heart, sick in her soul for a sight of the wide world. Yes, these things, I knew, were bound together by fate. These things, I knew, were bound to fall apart.

Summer 1998: The world lays in chaos after the death of Harry Potter and victory of Voldemort. The resistance, what remains of it, searches for any solution to the Voldemort menace, and a young Johanna McDonnel volunteers to sacrifice herself. Jo slips through the cracks of time, back to the epoch of the 1940s and a world gripped by a much different war. And thus two fates cross.

There's a reason why people say love is a drug. It's euphoric; the feeling of love, when one is submersed in it. It could practically be considered a drug itself. People don't want to stop once they've started, and they never seem to let go of their addiction. A Gajeel/Levy one-shot