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I'm CrevanFox, welcome to my DW fic journal. I have a LJ equivalent under the same name. It's going to take some time to get my fics over here, please be patient.

My fics (except those marked remix or co-authored) are open for remixing, commentary, etc. Just give me credit for the original version whereever the new story is posted, and let me know so I can squee with geeker/fic writer joy.

I always warn for non con, and dub con. I don't write RPF or incest fics.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters, shows, and my soul belong to their respective creators/the studios/the student loan people. I make no profit from anything, ever.

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Night World
Dresden Files
Harry Potter
Riddick verse (Pitch Black)
Star Trek
Star Wars


50 word
five things
challenge/prompt inspired
character study


foxfic: (gert)

He'd burn for her.


Both in the poetic sense, of love and passion, a raw need to be with an angel.

And in a very literal sense, as in having his wings and skin charred off by an explosion.

All for her of course.

He'd do anything for his Lillie.

He'd let madmen screw metal wings to the place his own majestic ones had once been. Now that they're stumps. His face a map of scars, his hair gone.

He's lived a hundred years for her, done her every request, for a smile. He's more machine than man, all for the woman who never saw him.
foxfic: (gert)
What I know

propmt from Drabble, on dreamwidth :the hellen keller quote : Life is either daring adventure or nothing.
Security does not exist in nature,
nor do the children of men as a whole experience it.
Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure.
The fearful are caught as often as the brave

-Hellen Keller

Chase knows how to take a punch,
Molly knows how to throw one.
Nico knows how to cast spells,
Karolina knows that being in love feels like magic.
Victor knows what it is to be human, only because he isn't.
Xavin knows what it is to be among family, because he found one.
Old Lace knows that there are ways around any order or law, if you're creative (if you have to pee).
Alex knows some rules were meant to be broken.
Gert knows almost everything, except how to survive.
Topher knows the bitter touch of sunlight.
The Pride knows how to kill.
The Gibborrim know the taste of defeat.
foxfic: (gert)
A Short History of Nearly Nothing

She didn't have long. Which blows.

There were things to do; fighting the good fight, Chase, trying not to die.

Okay, in the grand scheme of things making time with her sorta boyfriend (they never talked about what they were, exactly) shouldn't be making any top three lists.

She completely blew the last one. She died twice, how fucked up is that?

For an atheist, she's sure doing a lot of posthumous musing. For an atheist, she's doing a lot of posthumous anything.

If only she had had a little more time, Gertrude might have done something with her life.

She never even got a tattoo.
foxfic: (bufang)
prompt was Cure

She's had months, but no cure.

Now she has the cure, but no time.

Angelus is in front of her, smirking, taunting. His hands are cold on her throat and face. She knows what's coming, can feel death getting ready to pounce.

A twist, a crunch, and she's done. The cure dies with her, burns in the remains of the computer, glistens in the shattered pieces of the orb on the floor.

The man Angel was dies with her.

Her chance with Rupert, her hope for a life together, gone in the turn of a head.

Jenny slumps to the floor.

The cure dies with her.
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Original Fic: Running Mates, by [profile] little_missmimi
Remix: Running Mates (The 4th spatial dimension Remix)

He runs.

If there's a track team he'll join it, because if he doesn't and the coach notices it's all sorts of unwanted attention.

They have to go unnoticed.

He runs.

The wind and the speed and the freedom are the only times Sam feels normal. He can shut out the world and his thoughts, that never shut up otherwise.

He runs.

Dean watches. He comes to the meets, and races him if there's no one else for Sam to compare himself to (it's one thing to run for pleasure, another thing to run faster than everyone else).

Sam runs, but he can't get away.
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Original Fic: Ring (hold infinity in your hand), by [personal profile] amathela
Remix: Ring (The together forever Remix)

Chief pulls it out of Boomer's old bird. It's nothing, a slip of metal. It's not even necessary to the inner workings of the ship, not really.

Boomer's Raptor is still in working order. It's just that no one is allowed to fly it.

He spends his empty nights with a blow torch, welding and shaping and smoothing. It has to be perfect.

"It's nothing, just a piece of scrap from a Raptor" he says as he hands over the ring.

Helo looks at him, a question in his eyes.

It's okay. It's not Boomer.

He doesn't say it out loud, but Helo gets it.
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Original Fic: Horace's Five Favourite Sins, by [personal profile] benebu
Remix: Horace's Five Favourite Sins (The ace of spades Remix)
Harry Potter

He can be lazy, and take more than his share. Who is he to deny a good thing it's time and place?

Lust; once upon a time, Horace was quite the ladies man. Not that a gentlemen would discuss such a thing.

And he has been quick to anger when confronted with a stubborn mind.

Horace will admit to his occasional fight with the green eyed monster.

He's a proud man, but really, how can one be humble unless one has something to be proud of?

But his greatest sin, the one Harry wants him to relive, it's too much. Some sins aren't for confessing.
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Original Fic: Nothing New Under the Sun, by [personal profile] jedibuttercup
Remix: Nothing New Under the Sun (The Zombies ate my brain Remix)

Jonas Quinn isn't really here. Maybe he died fighting alongside SG-1 (that's his favourite), or maybe he never left Kelowna and died when the first Naquadria bomb went off. Maybe he lost his mind, just like his mentor did.

The women he loves is a Goa'uld. The woman he loves is dead. His world is under threat, and Jonas will likely die in the coming fight.

He sleeps in an empty bed, works with the woman who is and is not his lover. Goes back home to an empty bed.

Daniel must be a stronger man than him.

Daniel survived.

Jonas isn't sure he did.
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for open_on_sunday prompt: clock.

She can feel her clock running down. The wind flies by her, tugging at her clothes and her hair. The pain in her gut is an afterthought, her blood is a cold spot on her shirt.

The moon is bright overhead.

Maybe this is how Angel feels-the seconds lasting years to make up for the life neither one will get to live after this night.

Damn, B. I wish this could have ended different. But she's not sure if the regret is for losing the fight or their falling out.

Her time runs out. Faith hits the truck.
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A matter of honour, drabble
prompt for open_on_sunday, prompt:shortest and/or longest

"Mine is bigger"

"no, it's longer, longer isn't bigger or better. Mine is wide, that's what counts."

From the other side of the door Xander and Willow looked at each other in confusion.

"Okay, pretty sure they're not talking about what I think they're talking about, right?" Xander looked at Willow for confirmation, "I mean girls don't......"

"Uh, not that I know of" Willow said.

"Faith, Buffy, I think you're both a little old to be playing whose got the bigger sword, now put those away and get out your quarter staffs." said Giles.

The swords scrapped as they went back into their scabbards.
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That takes me back
for open_on_sunday's prompt longest and/or shortest


"No question, the Mayor. Your turn, smelliest?"

"Ew. Lurconis, the disgusting baby-eating tub dwelling...something!"

"Still pissed about the smell?"

"I've tried everything! the dry cleaners had me banned because the smell tranfered to other peoples clothes."

"What are you three doing?" Joyce asked, as she walked in on Xander, Willow and Buffy in the living room.

"We're playing which demon." said Willow brightly.

Joyce looked at her blankly and asked "Witch demon?"

"No, not that kind, like, um, what's the... the...shortest demon we've ever come across? and then the next person has to guess who it was."

The three friends looked at each other and grinned.

"Fear demon."
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From last to ancient First
Buffy drabble
for open_on_sunday
prompt :calling and/or birds

Every other one in her line was Chosen, Called by beings of unimaginable power. They had a purpose, a cause they were born to.

All but her.

She had been dragged, chained. The sight of her village Elder and other wise men from nearby was a comfort only because she didn't know what they had planned.

The darkness slithered and flew through the air and into her, cold and slick.

When she died she felt... something, pass from her, fly out into the world in search of the next one.

The next Chosen.

The first girl to be called by Gods and not old men.
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Like a Shakespearean Tragedy,
drabble for open_on_sunday

A brave vessel, who had no doubt some noble creature in her, Dash'd all to pieces."

-The Tempest. Act I, Scene II.

They'd sent her home in a box.

His baby. His Slayer. Now broken.

She'd never known that he'd loved her like a daughter. He kept to Watcher protocol, to a fault. He'd spent her entire life acting as though she were nothing more than a container for something greater.

It must have been a terrible childhood. To grow up and know only training, duty, and obligation.

She'd been more than he could have ever hoped for.

Sam Zabuto just wished he'd told Kendra that before she'd died.
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Everything Must Go!
prompt:sale, for open_on_sunday

She'd bought it on sale.

He'd recognized her and given her a discount.

She'd laugh if the pain in her head, the stitch in her side weren't so bad. She'd laugh if she wasn't about to die.

She was just the girlfriend (in the refridgerater!) -damn it. This was not the time for her popculture feminist to pop it's head out for a lecture.

If she was a better magic user- but no, magic is what got her into this mess.

Stupid spell, stupid lies that got her into this.

Jenny kept running.

She'd bought the orb on sale. How apt. This was a cheap death.
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Watcher's Cup
prompt was Cup

Faith sat Wesley down in front of the library's lone computer.

"What exactly are we doing?" he inquired, as he tried to stand up again. "We have important thing to do, I hardly think it's appropriate for me to be wasting time-"

"This'll only take a minute" Faith said, as she layed a Slayer-powered hand on his shoulder and shoved him down.

Xander queued up the Youtube video, hit play and stepped back.

From the office Buffy emerged carrying a videocamera.

But Wesley was too horrified by what was onscreen to notice.

"Good God! What are those two girls doing?!?!" He shouted before gagging.
foxfic: (bufang)
Watcher's Cup II,
prompt was Cup

It was his most valued possession when it came to training a Slayer.

It had saved him more than all the books and watcher's diaries and years of training combined.

He could still remember the day, after he and his father had started talking again, after he finally accepted his duty as a Watcher after that unfortunate Ripper business.

His father had taken him aside and handed it to him.

Obviously it wasn't the same one he's using today. This was the fourth or fifth incarnation.

But as Buffy kicked him in the groin again, Giles thanked all the Gods in heaven for his cup.
foxfic: (bufang)
prompt was The Cranberries Songs (I chose Zombie)

His head is getting heavy, he can't keep it up any longer. He knows something bad's happening, reaches out for his mom, but there's nothing except the pain at his throat.

His eyes slip shut and the vampire drinking from him let his limp young body drop, tears at his wrist and holds it to the boys mouth.

It's a fight for control. A little boy's soul versus the power of the Anointed One, the full power of the Order of Aurelius brought to bear.

The little boy, Colin, doesn't stand a chance.

From the ashes of the five, the Anointed One has risen.
foxfic: (gert)
The best of intentions
Runaways (comics)

Geoffery Wilder did it for his son.

True, when this started he was years away from even thinking about kids, but at the time not joining wasn't going to save the world.

Tall, six-toed and freaky had said it themselves; easily replaceable.

But after Alex was born it was all about him.

He's destroyed the souls of children, plotted the apocalypse, but he's done it all for love.

Geoffery Wilder knows he is a good man, deep down, where it counts.

He just has to ignore the road to hell and what it's paved with.


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