crossovers that actually work
All too often, crossovers are poorly executed and/or clunkily fitted together. But every once in a while, they work. They really work. This is a collection of those crossovers.
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Colored Crimson in My Eyes by DeerstalkerDeathFrisbee
Fandoms: Lucifer (TV), Daredevil (TV)
22 Mar 2016
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“I thought you were raised by nuns!”
“I was raised by nuns."
"And the devil. Your grandfather.”
“Ye-”
“Yes, but we don’t use that word, it makes me feel old.”
“Lucifer, your input was not requested or required.”
“Well then, someone’s being a bit rude.”When Grandma Murdock said the Murdock boys had the devil in their blood, she was being literal. Chloe has a conference in New York City and Lucifer decides to drop in on his favorite relative.
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We Hitch an Awesome Ride by ariadnes_string for for waxbean, who requested pj&o fic at the help_haiti auction.
Fandoms: Supernatural, Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Riordan
25 Mar 2010
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Percy and his friends get a lift from some guys who might know as much about monsters as they do.
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Andy and Peter by Wandering_Swain
Fandoms: Parks and Recreation, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Guardians of the Galaxy (Movies), Guardians of the Galaxy - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
26 May 2015
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So Andy has this cousin.
Andy was six months older than Peter. People got them confused, but Peter was shorter and squirmier and Andy was rounder and, generally, happier. When they were six or whatever, this meant he got to do stuff like steal his Stretch Armstrong and it was no big deal.
UPDATE: Peter comes for a visit.
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None So Blind by prettybirdy979
Fandoms: Daredevil (TV), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
18 Mar 2016
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They say when you assume you make an ass of you and me.
Matt wishes that the Avenger's assumptions about his seeming inability to read the written word did something as benign as making an ass of him and them. Being called illiterate shouldn't hurt, not when he knows he's not, and it's not like he can tell them the truth.
Not that the truth would make much difference. He's just going to have to grin and bear it.
If he can.
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The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Apocalypse, Or How To Train Your Human by Devilbaby
Fandoms: The Umbrella Academy (TV), Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
09 Apr 2019
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On the subject of Number Five, The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy says: "Highly successful instrument of chaos. If he smiles at you, run. Can be neutralized with coffee."
The one where Dolores is an alien.
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soul is rotting by seawebs
Fandoms: Hannibal (TV), Hannibal Lecter Series - All Media Types, Dead Like Me
19 Aug 2013
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Hannibal Lecter is eleven years old when his soul expires and his body lives on.
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11 May 2019
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Cannibal doesn't cut it, not really.
Soul eater, he thinks, as he watches Hannibal Lecter prepare his next meal. There is ritual to his killings, there is beauty in the way he is inhuman. With every bite, he tries to regain what he lost so many years ago, trying to ingest their souls like he ingested his sister the night he should have died. It doesn't work, of course it doesn't. His reaper touches them before they meet their end (a mercy) and so he never stops trying, never stops killing, until it is his time to finally, finally be touched.
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By the time he’d hit his 17th birthday, he’d sorted his life out.
It came down to this:
His name was Stiles Stilinski. He was the son of the Sheriff and his wife, deceased, and his best friend was Scott McCall, an ex-asthmatic werewolf with a nurse mother and an absent father. He was the cleverest in his class, after the strawberry blonde he had a crush on, and he had been diagnosed with ADHD at the age of seven. On full moons, he ran around and cooked for the local pack of werewolves. And he was a demon changeling.Stiles has managed to avoid Hell and its natives for near 16 years. He's almost managed to fool himself he's human. And best friend who smells of wet dog or not, he thinks he'd got a pretty good deal with this second chance at a life, and is planning to stick with it. But, unknown to Stiles, the new king of Hell has other ideas...
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06 May 2018
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On page 5 was a drawing of hell, of horned devils and demons.
Age 10, Stiles saw it, and thought that’s what I am, as if he’d known it all along.
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Once upon a time there was a girl and a demon.
The girl’s hair was the color of Dust, a gleaming gold, and with it shining in the wind she lifted her sword, and drove it straight into the heart of the demon that had tried to call her little village its own. The people loved her. They say her soul was a brilliant white dog, a guardian, large as an ox. He grappled with the monster. With his fur a light to drive it back.
And so time turned on. Technology improved. The people lived. A thousand years passed. A kingdom grew, the loyal mutt-souls of the common people protected by the noble lines of knights, bloodhounds and shepherds and retrievers. Happily ever after, right?
Tsht. Yeah. You know, they say only dogs get happy endings.
(A Nimona daemon AU: in which Ballister's daemon changes shape, impossibly, the night of the Queen's murder, and this is of some interest to Nimona.)
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07 Nov 2023
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“Have you ever thought about why everyone is a dog? About why you never see anything else?”
“Daemons are dogs,” Kiran says. Her voice, much quieter than Nimona’s, somehow gets the girl to go entirely silent, her cat-chest heaving. “They can’t be anything else.”
Nimona shrinks down into a pink-and-white feathered bird, her neck-feathers iridescent in the grimy light. “Oh,” the pigeon says, “so you turning into a pigeon was a mistake, then. That never happened?”
“That’s—” Ballister starts, but he’s frozen in place, because it was Kiran, but he remembers how it felt. The way she was illuminated by dying sparks. The way wind tugged at feathers, different than it ever did at fur. The sky, and how they could not see it. She could’ve flown. He didn’t want to leave the ground.
“Different?” Nimona flaps her wings. “Yeah. No.”
It is getting, Ballister thinks, harder to ignore.
Kiran’s paws twitch.
He says, “Gloreth was a dog.”
“Yeah. Uh-huh.” Nimona rolls her eyes, drawing her wings back in close. “So some girl a thousand years ago gets to determine the course of your life for the rest of, what, forever? Boss, think about it. What do dogs have that nobody else does?”
He’s humoring her. That’s all it is. Nimona is—better company than he thought she’d be when he first met her, but he’s not—her. She’s made that obvious enough. He has no idea what she is, but…this is his city. He grew up here. And sure, it has flaws, but…they can be fixed. He was trying to fix them. And he could’ve. He just—if he can get Ambrosius on his side, get rid of the Director, then…
“Loyalty,” Kiran says, lifting her head. Her large eyes stare at Nimona. Pigeons are small. Even Kiran’s bigger than them. “Dogs have loyalty.”
“Unquestioning loyalty.” Nimona shakes her head. “You can’t do this shit with cats.” She flicks into a cat, bunches up her muscles and leaps onto his shoulders, teetering, somewhat. “People hate cats for doing their own things. They shoot ‘em. With a sword!”
“Nimona,” Ballister says, as she climbs atop his head, “I have never in my life seen someone shoot a cat. You don’t even shoot swords.”
“It’s a metaphor, boss.” Nimona flops across his head, her tail twitching, dangling. “You guys aren’t cats because this bullshit doesn’t work if you’re anything else. Birds could fly. Oxen could stampede the place. Don’t get me started with the wild animals. But dogs—dogs are good, aren’t they? They’re just so good. They do what they’re told, and they’re happy the entire time. Who else would you send after monsters?”
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If the humans had their souls outside their bodies as dæmons, how would they react to news of Pandora and the dæmonless Na'vi? Ensemble, dæmon AU.
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05 May 2023
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“The animal rights lot are gonna have a field-day with this,” Sol said mournfully, her ears drooping as Miles laughed. “And the UN. God, can you imagine trying to negotiate with people in another solar system?”
“If they are people,” Miles muttered, watching the media conference on the TV. “I mean, if they are people, then...where the hell are their souls?”
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Dean's not doing too well after his return from Hell so Sam turns to an unusual source for help.
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- Part 2 of Defect triology
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27 Aug 2025
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“Why would someone who was supposed to love someone else come back just to scare them?” Morgan blurted out sounding all of the eight years old he’d been at the time.
Dean didn’t look at him but nodded thoughtfully and seemed to follow the meaning behind the jumbled words. “A family member?”
“My grandmother. I woke up the night after her funeral when she sat on the side of my bed and smiled at me. I clenched my eyes shut and she stroked my forehead with the iciest fingers you can imagine. When I opened my eyes again she was gone.”
“You ever see her again?”
“No.”
“Sounds like she had unfinished business,” Dean stated matter of factly.
“What unfinished business? To give her youngest grandson nightmares for the rest of his life?”
“No,” Dean sighed. “She probably wanted to say good-bye to the person she loved the most in the whole world. She may not have had any choice in the matter or even realized she was scaring you. I mean give her a break, she just died. It was, what would Gideon say? Off putting?”
Morgan had to laugh. “I guess.”
“So she did what she had to do to find her peace,” Dean soothed and it made perfect sense even if the tone didn‘t fit his tough guy image.
It belatedly occurred to Morgan that Dean Winchester was comforting him and... it was working. The mind boggled.
“Did you ever tell anybody?” Dean asked when the silence stretched a little too long.
Morgan realized he’d been sitting there with his mouth hanging open in relief and, oddly, gratitude. “Yeah, yeah,” he hastened to say. “Mom told me it was just a dream but I knew it wasn’t,” he added, trying not to sound bitter.
Dean shrugged, still being quietly supportive in his own way. “They always say that.”