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Moving on Chapter 1: A Good Omens x Lucifer crossover

TW: Mentions of suicide and suicidal thoughts

Crowley didn't want to stop, he drove as long as he could as fast as his Bentley would take him. He was so very angry, but that wasn't the worst of it, he was truly alone, his only friend gone, back in Heaven.

Night turned to day then the sun began to set and Crowley was still driving. Every time he looked over to the passenger seat he cringed, the action reminding him of all the conversations he'd had with Aziraphale in this car. That stupid angel. 

Crowley knew that his Bentley was going to need a break, in fact it needed to stop several hours ago but Crowley wasn’t thinking straight. Not that he was thinking straight as he pulled into a small town in the middle of nowhere, parked his tired Bentley, and sauntered into a pub.

Taking a seat at the edge of the bar; “Give me the strongest drink you’ve got,” he said to the bartender.

The bartender pulled out a glass and set it on the counter, Crowley wasn’t paying him any mind, he just wanted alcohol in his system and fast.

Crowley grabbed the glass just as the bartender finished his pour and downed the drink in three seconds flat.

“Another,” he said, putting his glass back on the bar. Crowley barely felt a buzz.

The bartender looked at him, but Crowley avoided eye contact.

“Do you wanna talk about it, mate?”

“Not really,” Crowley said, snatching the glass again.

The bartender waited for Crowley to finish his drink.

“Another,” Crowley said, putting his glass down.

“I’ll give you another, just hear me out first,”

Crowley groaned and rolled his eyes, “What is it?”

“I had a mate, and when his life was turned upside down he drank. He drank so much that he was hardly ever sober. Then one day he drove himself off a cliff and straight into the ocean. I want to tell you what I wish I told him: Find a way to start over. It doesn’t have to be from the very beginning but try and get back to a place where you were before everything fell apart.”

Crowley pondered his words, he would have to go really far back to get to a place before his ang- Aziraphale. It was possible he'd heard rumors of Lucifer being topside the last few years. Maybe he was meant to be a ruthless demon afterall. 

Crowley pulled out a few notes and left them on the bar.

“Where are you headed?” The bartender asked.

“To find my brother.”

Crowley got back into his Bentley and drove in the direction of Los Angeles California.

~~~

Lucifer was seated at his piano, sipping his drink, it was much too early for Lux to open, but it was never too early to have a glass. With all the recent drama he had from both Heaven and Hell he definitely needed it.

Lucifer groaned when he heard the familiar sound of wings landing.

“Luci, we need to talk about Hell.”

“How many times do I have to tell you brother, Hell is no longer my problem.”

“Either way, we still need to find a replacement for Belzebub.”

“‘We’ meaning you and Heaven. Not me, I’m retired, remember?”

“Come on Luci, you’re the one who knows Hell the best-”

“What part of ‘I’m retired’ do you not understand, Amenadiel? I don’t want anything to do with Hell anymore. I’m done.” Lucifer took a long sip of his drink, “Will that be all brother? Or do you want to lecture me on your sense of duty again?”

“You are impossible Luci,” Amenidiel said before flying off.

Lucifer let out a sigh, he liked some good family drama but not when he was involved.

Lucifer was enjoying retirement, it was the best decision he had made in a while. He was tired of constantly being the bad guy, there was no more enjoyment in it. And once the apocalypse failed he was done with Hell. He was done with Heaven. He wanted to see the world and the humans for himself. It’s not that he never visited before, but he wanted to stay and truly live in it.

~~~

Crowley was in his Bentley and the cliff was in sight. He floored it and sped off towards the cliff. Once he reached the edge he didn’t slow down.

He also didn’t fall down.

He had willed his Bentley to fly and it had. North America was west and he would get there in style and he would not be leaving his Bentley behind.

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I finally updated! Quirky Dragon Riders Chapter 6 is out!

I finally updated this one!! I plan to finish all WIPs on my AO3 account and this one will take me a while but I will get her done. Link for the chapter is bellow.

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Genocidal Therapy

So this is one I posted on AO3 a while a go but I am really proud of it and would like to share it again.

Eren sat in the Paths realm, a blue glow illuminating his face. He wasn’t sure if he was dead or not, Mikasa had taken his head off of his titans form and his body went up in steam. But he was still conscious in the Paths. He had wandered around a bit trying to find Yimir but she was nowhere to be found. Did he free her too? He wasn’t sure, he wasn’t really sure of anything anymore.

He glanced into the Coordinate and saw memories, but not future ones or past ones, current ones. The current one of his friends and comrades gathered underneath a tree where they had buried his severed head.

“I’m sorry… Thank you, Eren,” Reiner whispered.

“You really were a suicidal maniac, Eren,” Jean muttered, “Thanks man.”

Eren could have sworn he saw a tear rolling down horse-faces cheek.

“You didn’t have to do all of this for us, brat,” Captain Levi said from his wheelchair.

Eren twinged with guilt, it was his fault that Levi was in that wheelchair and missing an eye and 2 fingers. He was at fault for a lot of things.

“Eren,” Mikasa said no louder than a whisper, her voice full of so many emotions.

Eren started to really pay attention to this memory and he let it flood over him, the colours became brighter, he could almost feel the light breeze on his skin.

But he had looked in the Coordinate for too long, other memories were starting to play over this one. There was one of a family sitting down for dinner, and another of a little boy running through a forest, and another of a dad and daughter running from something hand in hand, and another of an old man and a nurse in a hospital.

He squeezed his eyes shut, he couldn’t process all of the scenes flashing in front of him in quick succession, but he could still hear them. The clatering of plates, twigs crunching beneath small feet, screaming, lots and lots of screaming. He put his hands over his ears and willed the memories to stop, but they didn’t. The sounds wouldn’t go away; howling wind, a strange wheezing noise, muffled coughs, a crying baby, rumbling - oh the rumbling, gentle laughter, screaming, a door creaking open, a crying child, screaming - always more screaming. 

The memories were now threatening to play behind his eyelids. He didn’t want to see it again. 

He couldn’t see it again. 

Never again.

Eren pulled his knees up to his chest bracing himself for what he was going to inevitably see. He saw the beginnings of a massive steam cloud forming. All he could hear was the stomping, screams, and a muffled voice.

The memory began to shake as the titans became visible in the steam. 

Eren closed his eyes harder, “No, not again,” he mumbled, “Please, not again.” He knew it was helpless, nobody could help him, nobody could even hear him, he didn’t deserve it.

The memory began to shake even more. No, the memory wasn’t shaking, Eren was. Why was he shaking? The muffled voice got louder and he began to understand some of the words; “-up! Come on! Snap out of it!” But the voice was so unfamiliar, it had an unusual accent.

“That’s it! Focus on my voice,” It called over the screams of the memory forming before him.

Eren felt a pressure at his shoulder release then something grabbed his wrists - no, someone. This wasn’t a memory, it was happening right now. To him. 

Eren’s eyes shot open and he saw a set of brown eyes staring right back.

“Are you alright?” The stranger asked, concern consuming his features.

Eren ripped his hands out of the strangers and shot backwards landing on his rear.

“It’s alright, I’m not gonna hurt you,” The man said standing up from his crouched position but keeping his distance.

Eren was panting; “W-who are you? How did you get here?” were thoughts he meant to keep in his head but accidentally said them out loud.

“I’m the Doctor. As for how I got here, that’s a bit of a story. I was trying to find a way to get back to my friend stuck in a parallel universe but I ended up here instead, not entirely sure how though. All I know is that I need to let my ship rest for a little bit before I try and leave.”

Eren was dumbfounded at this Doctor’s long winded answer and confused by it. However he didn’t let those feelings show, instead he stood up and made his eyes hollow, something he had mastered fairly recently, and put on an unwavering mask.

There was an awkward silence until the Doctor spoke again, “And what’s your name?”

“Eren Yeager,” He said, standing up and brushing off his pants, his voice cold as ice.

“It’s nice to meet you, Eren Yeager,” The Doctor said in a happy tone, reaching out his hand and taking a step towards Eren. Eren instinctively stepped back and dropped into a fighting stance, his years in the military weren’t for nothing.

“I’m not here to hurt you,” The Doctor said, gently putting his hands out beside him. He lowered his voice a bit but was still kind.

“Are you Eldian?” Eren asked, his voice empty, devoid of all emotion.

“No, can’t say that I am,” The Doctor responded, voice low and serious.

“Then it’s impossible for you to be here.”

“But evidently I am. Where is ‘here’ exactly?” He said, stuffing his hands into his pockets, voice picking up a more joyful tone.

Eren paused for a moment, not entirely sure what to make of the Doctor, he should have recognized him the moment he said his name but he didn’t. The Doctor was strange, that was for sure. He just stood there watching Eren, hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his brown suit pants, waiting patiently for an answer. 

“You’re in the Paths, a place that connects all Eldian minds. Only those who are a titan shifter can enter this place,” Eren said, although he wasn’t sure if the last part was really true, he really had no idea how the Paths worked.

“Fascinating,” The Doctor said, “So that must mean you are a titan shifter. Mind telling me what that is?”

Eren was flabbergasted, but he didn’t let it show.

“You don’t know what a titan is?”

“Nope,” He said popping the ‘p’

“It doesn’t matter, they’re all gone.”

“They can’t be all gone if you're here as one of them.”

Eren snapped, “You’re a doctor, go find someone who’s sick and bother them.”

The Doctor paused for a moment, his brain swirling with question upon question for this Eren Yeager. There was no way this kid would answer any of them when he was on the defensive.

“My name is the Doctor,” He said, keeping his voice calm, “I’m not a doctor though, I’m just a traveler.”

“If you were just a traveler there is still no way for you to end up here,” Eren said, his voice rising but still cold as ice. He was trying to intimidate the Doctor but he was unfazed. He doubted that Captain Levi’s glare would phase the Doctor.

“I’m no ordinary traveler.”

“There is no way you could be a traveler if you don’t know what an Eldian is.”

“How do I explain this?” The Doctor thought out loud, scratching the back of his neck, “I’m not from your world. Your universe, I should say.”

“You expect me to believe that? I’m not a child.”

“Sorry, it’s hard to explain. You know your planet right?” Eren reluctantly nodded, he heard a lot of those theories from Armin before, well, everything; “And from your planet you see the stars. Around those stars are other planets and other living things. That’s your universe. My universe is the same thing but there have been different events through the history of it when compared to the history of yours. Each universe lives in its own bubble, its own dimension, and it should be impossible to cross between them, on a normal day anyway. You with me?”

Eren nodded again, all of those times he had listened to Hange ramble about titans certainly helped him out here. Eren's face darkened, only for a second but he couldn’t think about Hange, or any of his friends, without feeling guilty.

“Good, right. So, that brings us to this place, the Paths. It’s still a part of your universe, but it’s different. To me it feels like a smaller bubble got stuck on a bigger one.”

“So the Paths got stuck on my universe?” Eren said.

“Bingo! But since this universe wasn’t fully formed it has different properties from a typical universe, like this sand. And the walls of the bubble aren’t that strong making it easier to break through! Now it makes sense!” The Doctor shouted, smacking the side of his head, “I can be so thick sometimes,” He muttered.

Eren took a moment to process everything the Doctor had just said, he didn’t seem to be lying and everything the Doctor said seemed to make logical sense even if he didn’t understand half of what it meant.

“So this means that there aren’t Eldians or Marleyians in your universe,” Eren said, it wasn’t really a question but the Doctor nodded anyway, “So you really have no idea what’s going on in this universe.”

“No, just like you have no idea what’s going on in my universe.”

Eren relaxed a little, but was still wary of the man in front of him. He still wasn’t sure what the Doctor was capable of.

Eren suddenly noticed something in the corner of his eye, it was a blue box that read ‘police box’ and probably some other stuff that he could read from this distance.

“Is that your ship?” Eren asked.

“Yes, that’s my TARDIS. I know she doesn’t look like much but she’s been my trusty ship for years. Always takes me where I need to be.”

Not looking like much was an understatement, the ‘ship’ was a small wooden box, it wouldn’t even be able to cross the sea to Marley. 

Even just thinking the words ‘sea’ and ‘Marley’ brought back so many memories for Eren, none of them were pleasant. He did his best to block them out but in doing so his face betrayed him. Guilt was all Eren could feel, guilt and regret. He had done so much damage, no one was unscathed from the horrors of the rumbling and all of the steps he had to take to get there. How many lives did he have on his hands? How many families had he torn a part? Eren shook his head, now wasn’t the time.

Eren looked at the Doctor once more and saw an unfamiliar look in his face, one that did not cross peoples faces often when talking about him or with him; he wore a slight frown and had a twinge of curiosity in his eyes. But there was something else in his eyes, compassion maybe, Eren wasn’t sure. No matter what that unknown emotion was, the Doctor's eyes looked old, very old, impossibly old.

“Some say that the eyes are the window to the soul,” The Doctor said, “People's eyes always tell their story no matter how hard they try to hide it. Yours tell quite the story.”

Eren narrowed his eyes trying to peer into the Doctor's soul and find his story, but the longer he looked the more emotions he found. Eren’s eyes that were once so full of drive and hatred and pain were now dead and empty but if they were stared into long enough there was a great story waiting to be told. But behind the Doctor's eyes there were a lot of great stories and lots of them surpassed Erens. The Doctor’s eyes should have held overwhelming emotions but the only two emotions that lingered behind every story was loss and pain. There was a lot of loss and pain hidden in the Doctor’s eyes.

“Yours do to,” Eren responded after a few moments, “Yours tell a lot of stories.”

“I suppose they would,” The Doctor mumbled, rubbing his chin. The Doctor was more focused on Eren than what Eren was saying to him, he seemed to have gone through a lot, and fairly recently by the looks of it. He wanted to talk to Eren about it but he had no idea what had happened or even what his world looked like. He had a basic idea though, he was on track to Earth in another dimension so whatever planet Eren was from it had to be pretty close to Earth. There is no way for humans from Eren’s time period to have found a way into this ‘Paths’. Maybe the Doctor was wrong, he couldn’t always guess the correct time period based on clothing alone but access to a bubble universe isn’t something that humans come across until a few more centuries into the future. 

“How did you end up here?”

“Why should I tell you?” Eren snapped back, giving the Doctor a death glare once more.

“Oi, no need to be so rude. I’m just trying to figure out how you got here so maybe I can find a way out.”

Eren paused, the Doctor looked sincere but Eren had a hard time reading him. But a little information wouldn’t hurt, it would help him leave faster; “I died.”

“Oh, I’m sorry for your loss. Wait, that came out wrong. Sorry, it’s not everyday you meet a dead person, typically because the dead can’t talk.”

Eren was just confused as to how one man could go from shocked, to sympathetic, to confused, to accusatory in one statement; he wasn’t really taking in what the Doctor had said, other than that he rambled too much. Eren just kept a scowl on his face, hoping to scare the Doctor away just as Captain Levi could scare people away with his.

“How do you know you’re dead?”

“What sort of question is that?”

“I’ve met people who thought they were dead and the memories of people who were dead and people who thought they were born dead. How do you know you’re dead?”

Eren just glared, he did not want to answer anymore questions, he just wanted to be left alone. But there was some part of him that wanted the company, he didn’t deserve what he wanted. Not after everything he did.

“My head was cut off,” He mumbled.

“Really? How’d that happen? Was it a guillotine?” 

“No,” He said before he could stop himself, “It was Mikasa.”

“Why’d she do that for?”

“To stop me.”

“To stop you from what?”

Eren glanced away but he could still feel the Doctors gaze on him. It wasn’t a harsh gaze, it was one of curiosity. That didn’t make it any easier for Eren to admit what he had done, he’d been avoiding admitting it to himself for a long time; “To stop the rumbling,” he said, barely louder than a whisper. He expected the Doctor to finally realize who he was, to call him a monster, and strangle him. And Eren would have let him. When he heard the rustle of the Doctor's coat he braced for the worst; but nothing came. When he mustered the courage to look at him again he found him seated facing the coordinate.

The Doctor wasn’t really good with human emotions and human feelings; he wasn't very good when humans didn’t understand the concept of life beyond their own planet. Or when humans had to grieve for those they lost. He supposed he had just gotten used to the wonder and loss that came with each. But he knew guilt and regret like no other being in the universe.

“I’m not great with the whole comforting thing. But, believe me, I understand.”

That last bit was said with such seriousness, Eren wouldn’t dare question it. The statement felt so… distant. It made him feel lost too. Like there was something beneath both their surfaces that they didn’t want to face again. To see again. To even think about again. But Eren knew better than most that you cannot escape memories. 

Eren slowly sat down next to the Doctor, keeping a respectable distance from him. He put his arms out behind him and leaned back on his hands, staring up to the branches of the coordinate. He couldn’t look into it, not yet.

Sitting like this reminded him of all of the years he spent listening to Armin's fantastical stories of what laid behind the walls. Stories he wouldn’t get to hear anymore. When they were in the army, even after the most grueling of days, Armin would still fantasize about the sea. And once they learned that there were people beyond the walls that hated them Armin would still dream about rivers of fire and plains of ice. There was something about the Doctor that reminded him about Armin too. Why did everything about this man seem to remind him of his past life? The way he could ramble like Hange. They way he could feel the Doctor's gaze like how he felt Captain Levi’s. The same feeling of wonder Armin had. That love sick look in his eyes like Mikasa. Wait. He thought, Is that how she feels right now? 

“You’re friend,” Eren said, “Why are you looking for him?”

“There’s something important I didn’t get the chance to tell her, and I can’t keep burning up stars to try and connect with her either.”

“What was her name?”

“Rose. Her name was Rose.”

Eren wracked his brain to think of anyone by the name Rose but the only person that came to mind was Yimr’s daughter.

“Say,” The Doctor said, turning to look at him, “You don’t have a place on your Earth called Dårlig Ulv-Stranden? It translates to Bad Wolf Bay.”

Eren closed his eyes, recalling every sign that he, or any of his titans, ever passed during the Rumbling.

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Ever heard of Torchwood?”

“No,” He would have recognized a word like that.

The Doctor sighed, “That means she’s not in your world then.”

“Good,” Eren said before he could stop himself. He thought the Doctor would take this as his opportunity to leave, but he just turned back to the coordinate.

The Doctor pondered his thoughts for a while. Rose isn’t here, she’s in some other dimension. She’s safe. She’s with Jackie and Pete. She’s safe. They wouldn’t let anything happen to her. She’s safe. She has to be safe. How can I get to her? This was the last possible gateway. Is there something else? Some way else? … there isn’t. She’s safe. Think about that. No more Cybermen or Daleks. No more me. She’s safe. Safer than she has ever been. There’s no more me to put her in danger. I just used ‘no more’ way too much. I said I’d never use it again after- NO! Need a new train of thought. I had Rose and-what’s his name… Eren!-Eren had… Mikasa!

“So,” The Doctor started, “Who was Mikasa?”

“She… She was a close friend. My adopted sister since we were 8,” She was a lot more. Eren thought. He figured the Doctor wouldn’t really care, he himself didn’t care, at least he tried not to care.

“She sounds nice,” The Doctor said, “Why did she kill you?”

“I told you, to stop the rumbling,” Eren said, anger rising in his voice.

“That’s what you told me, but I’m not from this universe, I have no idea what that is. All I can gather is that you were at the helm of it and it didn’t seem like a very good decision.”

“It was the only choice!” Eren snapped and turned to look at the Doctor. He didn’t notice the Doctor turning towards him earlier, but the sympathy in the Doctor's eyes was enough, “I didn’t have a choice,” he whispered, “Our world was so fucked up. They were going to feed me to Historia when she gave birth, leaving her with 13 years left to live. Marley was going to wipe us out at the first chance they got… I didn’t want my friends to die too. The rumbling was the only way that I could guarantee that they would all live long, happy lives. But I killed so many people… the screaming won’t stop. Every time I close my eyes, it’s all I see; The steam, the titans, the sea, everything getting trampled. I can’t stop it…”

The Doctor looked at Eren, his eyes full of sympathy and sorrow for the young man beside him.

“Believe me, I understand,” The Doctor said as gently as he could.

Eren scoffed and turned away.

“In my universe there was a war, the Last Great Time War. It was fought between my people, the Time Lords, and the Daleks, the universe's most advanced species. It didn’t take long for this war to spread all across time and space. I did my best to stay out of it but I was manipulated so much by the high council to face the Daleks before it even began. By the time I officially joined the war I had a pretty high Dalek kill count. The war eventually got so far out of hand, dozens of species had gone extinct, planets no forget plantes, entire solar systems were wiped out, and no one gained the upper hand. It was either the universe or the war. I… I ended it, both sides were too stubborn to give up, or to even consider negotiations. I killed them all, all of the Time Lords, all of the Daleks, all of the innocent life on both planets, gone. Not even the planets remained. I wasn’t supposed to remain, I just regenerated instead. And everytime I close my eyes all I see is what I’ve lost. My planet burning and the screams of my people fill my dreams… I can’t stop it either. It's been a good few years since it ended, but the memory… The memory is just as vivid.”

Eren was stunned into silence, this man understands me. He thought, and so he asked; “Did you try to save them?”

“Oh, countless times. I have a time machine and I couldn’t save them… I couldn’t stop the war,” The Doctor, his voice eerily quiet, “Did you try to save everyone?”

“When I saw my future memories I knew I wouldn’t be able to… I couldn’t save them all, I had to pick who to save… I picked my friends. Why was it up to me to choose who gets to live and who gets to die? How do I know if I made the right choice?” 

“Sometimes you have to make the choice that you will regret the least. It’s never fair when you have to kill thousands to save millions… You don’t feel like you’re saving anyone.”

The pair lulled into a comfortable silence, both processing what the other had said. Neither of their lives were fair, they both had to make impossible decisions. Neither of them were happy. Both of them were broken.

“How did you cope?” Eren asked.

“At first I ran, I’ve always run away from my problems. But you can’t outrun guilt, I try to every time, but it never works. But I suppose, you have to accept what you’ve done.”

“How?”

“Well, you can’t change what you’ve done and you did help people… that’s a start.”

“But I killed so many…”

“I know… It’s not easy,” The Doctor paused for a moment, unsure of what to say next. Then he thought; What would Rose say? “You said you did it for your friends, what were they like?”

“They were… They were family. When wall Maria fell it was just me, Armin, and Mikasa. Then when we turned 12 we enlisted in the training corps and met-”

“Hold on, you were 12 when you enlisted? Isn’t that a bit young?”

“They lowered the age when the wall fell so they could get more soldiers to reclaim the wall. We still didn’t see any actual titan combat before we turned 15.”

“You were still just a child.”

“Seeing your mom eaten in front of you makes you grow up pretty quickly.”

“I’m so sorry, no one should grow up like that.”

Eren paused for a moment, he could feel the Doctor looking at him, he could feel the sincerity in his stare, in his voice.

“No one has ever said that to me before…” He meant to think but whispered it out loud. 

The Doctor heard it but made no comment, it just proved to him how sad Eren’s world truly was. The Doctor looked away from Eren and into the Coordinate in front of them; “So you were saying how you met your friends.”

“After the three of us enlisted we made quick friends with Sasha and Connie, Potato-girl and baldy,” Eren chuckled to himself and stared vaguely at the Coordinate as the young faces of Sasha and Connie appeared. The Doctor saw them too, “Then there was Jean and Marco, Horseface and I didn’t really get along, not until Marco died in our first battle,” The Doctor watched the Coordinate as Jean and Marco’s faces appeared as well, then bits of Eren’s first battle began to play, in short bursts, “There were others too but most of them are dead now and a few of them betrayed us, “A few more faces flashed in the Coordinate and the Doctor had to wonder if they were dead or alive. He wanted to hope for the best but listening to Eren and seeing the few short memories from the Coordinate made it hard to be optimistic.

“But those who are left can now live long and happy lives. I made sure of that before I died.” 

The Coordinate changed again to show the older versions of the people Eren had been talking about. The Doctor could see the difference in age but they all still looked so young, they couldn’t be older than 20. But their eyes looked so broken, and Sasha looked like she was dead. Actually, a lot of them looked deceased. 

“There was a war,” The Doctor uttered. That’s the only reason why so many young people could be dead; “And, if I’m putting the pieces together correctly, you ended it with the Rumbling.” 

Eren only nodded, but the Doctor could tell he was thinking, the scenes in the Coordinate proved as much. The faces were gone from the Coordinate, they were replaced with scenes of steam and red muscled titans. They were jumbled up at first, then they started to play in some semblance of order. There was a lot of stomping and people running away, the Doctor watched as buildings were crushed along with their inhabitants. He saw families cry over buried bodies only to be crushed by another giant foot. These were the titans. The scene changed into a view of the titans heads with more titans emerging from the steam behind them. Then, something unexpected came from the steam; a big, boney structure appeared. No, big was the wrong word, it was huge, gigantic, humongous! It was unlike anything the Doctor had seen before.

"What is that?" He asked, turning towards Eren, "Eren, are you alright?"

Eren was squeezing his eyes shut and had his hands over his ears. The Doctor quickly got up and knelt down beside Eren.

"Eren, can you hear me?"

Eren sort of nodded; "I can hear them. It won't stop," Erens voice was so distant and broken, the Doctor couldn't believe this was the same young man he had spoken with earlier. He looked back towards the Coordinate and saw hordes of people getting trampled. They must be screaming.

"Okay, listen to me. You are controlling this, Eren, which means you can change it. You're showing me the rumbling but why did you do it? You got that? Show me why you did it."

Eren didn't change his body language, but instead of trying to push the rumbling away he skipped to the end of it right to the moment when she smiled. He had barely seen her smile the past few months, that's why he did it, so that she can smile and be happy. So that they could all be happy.

The Doctor watched the Coordinate with his hand on Erens shoulder; he watched as there was a cut in the memory playing before. It changed to focus on Mikasa, her eyes were full of tears but she was still smiling. The memory morphed into a younger Mikasa with an even brighter smile. 

"That's it!" The Doctor said, a smile spreading across his face.

Eren slowly opened his eyes and looked into the Coordinate and a small smile spread across his face. It was a smile the Doctor was familiar with as it crossed his face often, a smile filled with loss and regret.

"I have control," Eren muttered.

"That you do have. It will take a while to master it but you can control it. Remember that."

"I will," He said absentmindedly, he was too busy controlling the Coordinate to really care about advice.

"Well," The Doctor said, patting Eren on the shoulder, "I should be off."

The Doctor got up and began to walk towards his TARDIS, it took Eren a few moments to realize the Doctor had left his side and he sprung up to follow him.

"Wait!"

The Doctor turned around with one hand on the door to his Police Box.

"Leaving so soon?"

"Well, my ship is good to go and my work here is done."

Eren couldn't argue with that but he didn't want to go back to being alone; "Could you come and visit some time?"

The Doctor saw the desperation in Eren's eyes; "I promise." The Doctor opened the door to his ship, letting the door creak on its hinges. 

Eren took a step back from the box as the light on top of it began to flash. The box started to make a wheezing noise and it started to fade away until there was a gust of wind and the Doctor was gone.

Eren looked towards the Coordinate, there was a memory he wanted to see. It would take him a while to figure this whole thing out. Good thing he wasn't one for giving up.

#attack on titan #eren yeager #eren jaeger #doctor who #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #fanfic #fanfiction #crossover #ao3fic #ao3 author #genocide #ptsd #paths #dude is dead #post aot #aot #snk #snk spoilers #spoilers #tenth doctor

[somecrocanadian]

Canadian Provinces and Territories as Districts

So a few friends and I decided to put the Canadian provinces and Territories into the districts from the Hunger Games.

Capitol: Ottawa/Montreal

District 1: British Colombia (Because everything thing is over priced)

District 2: Nova Scotia (my friend had a really good reason that I forgot)

District 3: Ontario (Innovation hub located within)

District 4: Newfoundland and Labrador (fishing)

District 5: Quebec (They generate a lot of electricity)

District 6: Manitoba (Has the geographical center of North America)

District 7: New Brunswick (They have trees)

District 8: Nunavut (The Indigenous can still make their own clothes)

District 9: Saskatchewan (The bread basket of Canada)

District 10: Alberta (Their is no oil district and they have a lot of land)

District 11: Prince Edward Island (Potatoes)

District 12: Northwest Territories (There is a lot of mining)

District 13: Yukon (Geographically makes sense)

Any fixes? Let me know.

#the hunger games #districts #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #canada #hunger games #ontario #alberta #british columbia #saskatchewan #manitoba #quebec #prince edward island #new brunswick #newfoundland and labrador #nova scotia #yukon #northwest territories #nunavut #rankings #ottawa #montreal #montréal #starving games #the new districts #made by semi drunk Canadians #who are also very fucking done

[somecrocanadian]

A Tale as Old as Panem

A/N

Me: Has an exam tomorrow. Also me: Writes fanfiction

Well, here we go again. I hope you enjoy!

A Tale as Old as Panem

“Do you know why I sent you to the districts Mr. Snow?” Dr. Gaul asked from across the room. Coriolanus had just walked into her laboratory after his class.

“Dean Highbottom said it was to punish me for cheating in the Hunger Games.” It had been months since Coriolanus had returned from district 12, why was she bringing this up now?

“Well yes, but why the districts? He could have had you publicly executed or turned you into an avox and sent you deep underground. Why make you a Peacekeeper in the districts?”

“I assumed it was because he wanted me out of the Capitol and wanted to show me why it was pointless to help Lucy Gray win.”

Dr. Gaul hummed, walking behind her desk, “Have a seat. Your reasoning isn’t wrong, Mr. Snow, but it’s not the whole story. You see, I gave Highbottom the idea to send you to the districts.”

A flare of anger shot through Coriolanus, but he made sure not to let it show. He wasn’t that easily riled.

“I gave him the reasons you just gave me, but I had another. I wanted you to see how easy it was for the people to choose to rebel and how important it is to snip a rebellion in the bud.”

Coriolanus couldn’t stop his mind from flashing to Sejanuses dead body hanging from the tree along with the other rebels that were planning an escape. He did what had to be done, traitors do not belong in Panem.

“The Hunger Games were created to make sure the districts never forgot what they did to the Capitol. When the Games are messed with, even in the slightest way, that can lead to waves of rebellion. We can’t have that.”

“No, we cannot.” Coriolanus wanted to make sure that would never be thought of as a rebel. Someone had once accused him of it in one of his lectures but he was quick to shut it down by saying he was the reason a rebelion didn’t start in 12. A stretch of the truth, sure, but he did stop some rebels.

“You are probably wondering why I bring this up now. During the War, not only did we defeat the districts but we also put an end to the organization known as the Table. Every few years I like to pay a visit to the members locked up deep below the Capitol. They claim that their organization existed long before Panem ever did and that it reached far beyond Panem’s borders.”

Coriolanus was impressed, very little had survived from before Panem, and even more of it was lost in the uprising. He could see why Dr. Gaul would want to pay them a visit.

“During my most recent visit one of them told me the story of how their organization was almost brought to the ground by one man; the Boogeyman they called him, his skills were unparalleled. But then he left the organization, a feat not easily accomplished,and he was free from his duties until a mobster angered him to such a degree that he personally took out a large chunk of the mob, killing nearly 100 men.”

Coriolanus kept his face neutral, but he couldn’t help being impressed by the talent and anger it takes to kill 100 men.

“His story could have ended there, if he was left alone, but he was not. Another man wanted to claim a debt owed. And after some harsh convincing the boogeyman agreed to kill for the man. But this man ended up backstabbing the boogeyman, and after fighting through another 100 men the boogeyman ended up killing his employer on sacred grounds. That was one of the biggest rules of the Table and so he was hunted down, but seemingly nothing could stop him. People still helped the boogeyman even when they knew their lives would be forfeit. Then he died after freeing himself again in a duel with a high ranking Table member.

“The story of the Boogeyman, even if fake, shows how easy it is to break a system as fragile as ours.”

Coriolanus thought for a moment, all systems are fragile; there just has to be a way to stop people from uprising. And that is one of the reasons for the Hunger Games. The Table would just kill people, but when faced with an unkillable man, they could do nothing. He needed to come up with a plan in case the Hunger Games failed or someone tried to take advantage of it like he had.

“I can see the gears turning in your head, Mr. Snow. Best get to work.”

Coriolanus stood up and went to his desk in the adjoining room.

“Remember Mr. Snow, the rules are the only thing that separate us from the animals,” Dr. Gaul said.

Those were the only words Coriolanus could think about as he heard Dr. Gaul laughing from the other room.

A/N

What did you think? I know it is a bit rushed but I really wanted to write somethin with Dr. Gaul in it. (I also don't want to study, so it's a win-win)

Please let me know what you think!

#fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #fanfic #ao3 author #ao3fic #crossover #john wick #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus snow #dr. gaul #boogeyman legend #more too be added #maybe

[somecrocanadian]

A Volunteer from the Past

So, instead of finishing a final project I wrote this to procrastinate. I hope you enjoy this!

~~~

President Snow sat in his velvet chair watching the reaping ceremonies across the districts, paying special attention to district 12s reaping. He watched as the camera zoomed in on Katniss, the only female tribute. He could tell she was barely keeping it together. Good. Her symbol of hope would be no more. 

Snow watched as the overly dressed Effie pulled out the single slip of paper from the bowl, a small smirk appearing on his face.

“Katniss Everdeen!” She called out.

The camera closed in on Katniss’s face as she barely held it together. Snow could only imagine what was going through her head. His smirk only got larger. Checkmate. 

Snow was lost in thought he almost missed the sudden turn of events before him.

“I volunteer!” An unmistakable voice called out. One that froze Snow right to his core.

The camera panned to the back of the crowd showing an 80 year old woman, with long white curls, wearing that same dress.

“My name is Lucy Gray Barid,” She said walking forward as the crowd parted before her, “Victor of the 10th Hunger Games.”

“It can’t be,” Snow muttered. After all this time she was still alive. How? He had killed her in the woods with the mocking jays. Why resurface now? Everything was so perfect, why would she resurface?

Snow went back to that day in the woods 65 years ago, a day that he never truly forgot. He remembered getting bit by a snake, shooting at her, watching her fall, finding her earring, then hiding the guns. He never saw a body, he had assumed that her injuries would kill her. There was no way to recover from a gunshot in the woods, especially with his impeccable aim. Either way he sent soldiers to track her down, even if it was just to recover her body.

Snow has to force himself back into the present. He made sure all records of the 10th Hunger Games were erased, that no one even remembered Lucy Gray. There is no way to prove her claims. That’s why Snow was speechless when the mayor came out and tested her DNA with a sample he had from an ancient looking document and it matched.

How is that possible? Snow made every effort, albeit discreetly, to make sure that she was erased. Who missed the mayor's records?

Snow missed the male reaping, too caught up in his thoughts to pay much attention. 

That filthy district bitch doesn’t deserve to be alive. She was hunted down. Who confirmed the kill? Why did I never see a body?

The broadcast cut but Snow didn’t move, too caught up over Lucy Gray to care about anything else.

~~~

Once Snow had recovered from his shock he sent someone to confirm that it truly was Lucy Gray and not someone trying to impersonate her, though he already knew the truth. Then he sent someone else to figure out who was on that mission to find Lucy Gray, and to execute every single one of them. He also sent someone to fetch Tigres, if one woman from his past was causing issues he was going to be sure the only other one would be faithful to him. 

It only enraged him further to learn that Tigres was nowhere to be found. Maybe she hid Lucy Gray all those years ago, maybe she was behind it all. One final act to stab him in the back after everything he did for her. She’d be dead soon too.

As soon as it was confirmed that it really was Lucy Gray, Snow invited her over for dinner. He would serve her the best meal then poison her to force Katniss back into the games. A small setback didn’t mean the end to his plans. 

~~~

“Coriolanus, I’d never thought I’d see you again,” Lucy Gray said entering the dining room.

“Leave us,” Snow said, dismissing the staff before they had fully served the meal. They all knew better than to question Snow and left quickly.

“I go by Snow.”

“Yeah, but I like Coriolanus better. It has a nice ring to it. It’s been a while.”

“Yes, quite. I thought you were dead.”

“I’m sure you sent men after me but I’m quite good at hiding.”

Snow didn’t know how to respond to that, Lucy Gray didn’t need one; “As I starved away in hiding I’m assuming you won that prize of yours and was able to afford as much food as your heart desired.”

Snow stayed silent.

Lucy Gray reached forward to grab the water pitcher, “Though I never figured out who that third person you killed was, and it definitely wasn’t your old self because I see him right in front of me.”

“I’ve killed a lot more than three people, Lucy Gray,” He said, trying to deflect the question. But saying her name out loud distracted him, a small voice in the back of his head was reminding him that this is the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with at one point.

“I know you have, but who was your third? You killed Bobbin in the area, Mayfair, the mayor's daughter, then someone else before you killed me,” Lucy said, now pouring Snow a glass of water, “Who was it?”

“Sejanus,” Snow said, “I sent a recording of his plans to Dr. Gaull and she ordered him to be hung.”

Snow took a long sip of water, this was something he had buried long ago, he didn’t need to drag it up again.

“Really? Your best friend?” Lucy Gray questioned, “All for power and money I assume,” She said, taking a sip of water.

“He was weaker than someone in the capital should have been,” Snow said, but something didn’t feel right.

Lucy hummed in response. Then pulled out an old compact from the folds of her dress.

Snow’s eyes widened in response, “You-”

“Yes, good-bye Coriolanus Snow,” She said. 

Snow was speechless, there was nothing he could do to stop this, he was dying and fast. What would become of his family name without him there? He couldn’t go out like this! Not killed by some district scum.

He was pulled from his thoughts by a gentle singing voice.

“Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be,” Lucy Gray sang as both of their noses began to bleed and the room went out of focus, “If we met… at mid-night, in the hanging tree…”

The pair were discovered a few minutes later by a servant, slumped over on the table, dead.

#fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #fanfic #ao3 author #ao3fic #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #president snow #what if scenario #lucy gray in 75th hunger games

[somecrocanadian]

New Good Omens Fic!

So I just got around to watching season 2, and was good and heart breaking. I had to cope somehow so this little fic was born.

#fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #fanfic #ao3 author #ao3fic #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable idiots #theyre idiots your honor #these idiots #idiots in love #ineffable husbands #ineffable bureaucracy

[somecrocanadian]

Update on Quirky Dragon Riders is out!

#fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #fanfic #crossover #mha #my hero acedamia #ao3 author #ao3fic #httyd #httyd rtte #how to train your dragon #hiccup haddock #astrid hofferson #hiccup horrendous haddock iii #httyd hiccup #mha deku #deku

[somecrocanadian]

New Fic

Guess who's back from the dead! A sequel to an Unlikely Encounter is out! It is called Four-way Split. (John Wick x My Hero Academia)

Summary:

Aizawa never thought he would see John Wick again, yet here he was working with him and his associates, Caine and Koji. Follow Aizawa as he navigates the underworld and John as he learns to have friends.

#ao3 fanfic #crossover fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 writer #crossover #mha #my hero acedamia #ao3 author #ao3fic #john wick #fanfiction writer #fandom #aizawa shouta #koji from john wick #caine from john wick #firends #i updated #did you see it?

[somecrocanadian]

Ever want a crossover between Attack on Titan and Doctor Who? Well, I've got one! It's one that I've had written for a while and have been waiting to post. To sumarize the Doctor helps Eren work through the trauma of the rumbling. Link below!

#ao3 fanfic #ao3 #ao3fic #ao3 writer #ao3 author #new fic #attack on titan #aot #snk #eren yaegar #doctor who #tenth doctor #the doctor #crossover fanfiction

[somecrocanadian]

Had to share

#fanfic #fanfiction #a/b/o dynamics #reddit #funny #funny post #shit post

[somecrocanadian]

Canadians are somewhere in between

[somecrocanadian]

I have an Idea

So I was reading reddit today and came across a thread discussing the possibilities of who Midoriya's dad really is. This got me thinking; what if I wrote a fic or series that every chapter or part is Midoriya discovering his dad. Like one could be All Might is his dad then the next one is like Endeavours brother or something.

Question 1: Are you interested?

Question 2: Who do you think is Midoriya's dad?

This would be my first non crossover related fic. But suggestions for Midoriya's dad can be from other fandoms. The idea is purely crack.

People curranty in the works are: - All Might - Present Mic - Someone related to Endeavour - Midnight (She was hit with a quirk)

#mha #my hero acedamia #izuku mydoria #bnha izuku #ao3 writer #who is izuku's dad #midoriya's dad #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #crack fic #potential #big brain #big brain moment

[somecrocanadian]

New Fic!

I have written another oneshot! It's a John Wick x My Hero Academia crossover!

Should I have studied instead of writing it? Yes. Is it my best work? No. Do I care? Not really. Link below!

#ao3 fanfic #ao3fic #ao3 writer #ao3 author #john wick #my hero acedamia #crossover #eraserhead #ao3 #i did a thing #i need to stop #why do i write so much #i have so many finals coming up i really shouldn't be doing this shit #aizawa shouta #fanfiction #fanfic #mha #archive of our own

[somecrocanadian]

my prof: What is the difference between a granola bar and a chocolate bar?

Class: ...

Prof: Marketing.

#monday #good morning #quotes #life quotes

[somecrocanadian]

I just came across one of the funniest lines I've read all day from an AOT x ATLA crossover fic.

"Physical exercise that didn’t involve Zeke pitching something would never be his forte"

I laughed my ass off.

Here's the link to the fic:

#fanfic #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #rec #aot #atla #crossover

[somecrocanadian]

John Wick Fanfiction

In preparation for John Wick: Chapter 4 I wanted to share some of my John Wick crossover fics I have written. I have yet to see the movie but I am so excited to do so.

The Assassins Boogeyman

John Wick x Arrow crossover.

John is ready to burry his life under concrete one last time but a phone call calls in a favour that he cannot refuse. He makes his way to Starling city to help the remains of team Arrow stop the spread of the Alpha Omega virus.

A fix-it of sorts of Arrow 3x22 "This is Your Sword" with John Wick.

A Troublemakers Worth

John Wick x Avengers crossover.

When Peter Parker comes across an uncompleted police file of a shooting he takes it to the Avengers. Once spilling the contents and other facts Natasha starts to worry about who is behind it. Can the team handle a sampling of the underworld?

How to fight the Boogeyman

John Wick x Doctor Who

What happens when the Doctor and Donna need help fighting off a Baba Yaga? Well, it takes one to know one.

Inspired by a meme, don't take it to seriously.

#john wick #arrow #the avengers #mcu #doctor who #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 writer #ao3fic