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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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Stories by


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


50 word
five things
challenge/prompt inspired
character study


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Original Fic: Equanimity
, by [profile] little_missmimi
Remix: Equanimity (The gemini rising Remix)

It pulls and it pushes.

Even docked as far from the edge of it, River can feel the ocean. She can smell the crisp scent of real air (not recycled, unhygienic and on a breeze, not out of vent) kissed by the sea (pungent).

Like a river returning to the ocean that spawns it, River slips out of the ship, skips and twists over rocks, past people and buildings to the oceans edge.

No one notices her leave, all too concerned with their own little worlds (cheap alternators, studies, money, women).

Too hot sand pushes her forward. Burns at her feet until her toes dip into the edge of cool wet sand, sprayed by the ocean.

The call of the ship (they need her) pulls her back. The needs and wants of a ship full of people calls her home.

With a sigh she turns.

She knows she'll be back.

Rivers always flow to the sea.
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Original Fic: Holding, by [personal profile] izhilzha
Remix: Holding (The stalwort and true Remix)

She cries and screams until she can't anymore.

She cries for Tara, and what she did to Warren, and what she's done to her friends. She cries because Giles might be dead and she might be the one who did it.

She cries because Xander is holding her, and rubbing her back and telling her it's going to be okay, and for the first time since Tara fell to the ground with a red circle blossoming on her chest Willow believes it.

She cries because she almost ended the world, after everything they've done to save it. After everything they've lost fighting for it.

She cries because she attacked Xander and who else would do the snoopy dance for her if she snuck over to their house on Christmas?

She's not sleeping, but she's too washed out to move, clutching at Xander and staying very still seems like the only thing for her to do.
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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: Eight, by [personal profile] amathela
Remix: Eight (Because Seven Ate Nine Remix)

Sharon was from Troy. She had a family and a first boyfriend, and a first kiss and a first fuck which was disappointing, but got better the more they did it.

She isn't Sharon.

Boomer is serving aboard Galacrica. It's her home away from home, especially after the attack. Boomer is a pilot, one of the best. Boomer loves Chief, and playing poker.

She isn't Boomer.

Athena is on Caprica. Athena thinks she might love Helo. Athena is pregnant with Helos baby.

Athena is a cylon.

She's not real either, but at least she knows it.

She's never been to Troy, although she can remember being a little girl there.

She's never served on Galactica, although she can close her eyes and feel Chiefs touch, the burn of stolen liquor and stolen kisses.

She's been rained on and exposed to radiation, and she's in the run from her own people. For the first time Sharon "Athena" Valerii feels real.
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Original Fic: Abundance of Goods does no harm, by [personal profile] benebu
Remix: Abundance Of Goods Does No Harm (The dirge Remix)
Harry Potter
double drabble

This is the Last Will and Testament of Dobby, a free House Elf

I, Dobby, being of sound mind and body do hereby bequeth my entire collection to one Harry Potter; the most noble of Wizards, to whom Dobby is forever indebted.

With a flourish, the House Elf signed and dated the document, and sent it by owl to Winky, the executrix of his estate. He was the first house elf in known history to even have an estate, and he was quite pleased he had something to leave behind to the ones who mattered most to him.

Winky had finally started to come around and he trusted her with this most sacred of tasks. She also happened to be the only other free elf capable of doing what he asked (he certainly couldn't ask a Wizard to help one such as him)

It was all he had in the world but it was everything. Sometimes at night he would pull his collection out and run his long fingers over the different textures, look at the different colours and patterns. They were all so beautiful.

It was a week after the war ended that a box full of socks arrived at Harry Potter's doorstop.
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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: Chaapa'ai, by [personal profile] izhilzha
Remix: Chaapa'ai (The disney world Remix)
double drabble

Up all night surrounded by translations and books that once he might have read for fun, but are now needed to finish his next report, Daniel Jackson forgets that once the Stargate was everything.

It was proof he was right, it was a gateway to stars and worlds beyond, it lead to his wife. It was hope and life.

It's a means of conveyance. It's a job. It's one more way for the people around him to get themselves killed.

In the beginning they thought it meant 'Doorway to Heaven'. The only way that's true is if he counts the endless funerals. Itchy suits and wreaths sent through into nothing.

Why buy empty coffins when a ring of dead flowers is just as good?

When he sleeps, if he sleeps, he dreams. It's warm, and sandy and more real than real life seems lately. In his dreams the Stargate is still a thing of beauty. It ripples and dances like something living. His wife at his side, hope in his heart, Daniel Jackson stands on the edge of eternity.

When he wakes up alone, knows he won't get anymore sleep and goes back to his office. Back to the job. He has a report due.
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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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Original Fic: Human, by [personal profile] kindkit
Remix: Human (The hope springs eternal Remix)

Ethan Rayne is sure of one thing and it is this: Giles will save him.

Truthfully, he's been a bit of a dick to his old mate, and not all of it done to honour glorious chaos. Ethan really is just a bastard sometimes. He gets that.

He also knows just how good a man Ripper is; how he held the whole group together, kept them from falling totally off the cliff when they started to dabble with the darker magics. He even forgave him for the Halloween incident. Well, he never came after him for it, and that's as good as forgiveness in Ethan's book.

Giles will come for him, or send the Slayer. He will.

Ethan rocks back and forth in his tiny square of a cell buried so far under ground he forgets what sunlight feels like, and waits for his rescue. 74 days and counting.

Giles is coming. He knows it.
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Original Fic: Fade Out, by [personal profile] kindkit
Remix: Fade Out (The meant to be Remix)
double drabbe

This is how Black men always die.

Every damn movie he watched with his sister and his mom (when they had electricity), the Black guy always bites it in some dead end alley.

What a fucking metaphor.

When his people are fighting for their lives and their homes, they die in abandoned factories, and in burnt out shops.

Blood stains on dirty streets.

Gunn doesn't see any other way out for himself. This is just how things work down here.

When he's in a corner office with his own secretary, wearing Armani and with the collected works of Abbot and Costello (plus a law degree) crammed into his brain, he's as far from those dead end streets as it's humanly possible to get. But he never stops thinking he won't still die on one.

When Gunn thinks about how he's going out, it's always with a weapon in hand, fighting, on the streets he was raised on.

When the time comes, it's just like he knew it would be. Blood splattering on the pavement, washed away like he never was, following the rain into the gutters. Another Black man forgotten before the sun has even risen.

Maybe he was always meant to die like this.
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The Communist Manifesto, by Dr. Seuss
co-wrote* by fearthemeatball

*unavailable for remixing

Could you, would you rile the masses?
Would you, could you change their classes?

You do not like it, being poor.
Wouldn't you like having something more?

Hate the rich and all they've got?
Then overthrow them and take their lot!

The Yanks, the Krauts, the British too,
shout down the rich-shout out BOO!

Blame it on the Bourgoise-
they buy your labour for a fee.

The Bourgoise are the impetus
for lifestyles which are ruinious.

Would you, could you bomb the plant?
Destroy the gizmos that make you rant?

Once upon a while ago,
craftsman was the way to go.

Now replaced by the means of production
capitalism makes for beguiling seduction.

Alas the manifesto was quite moot
like the influence of tariff Hawley-Smoot

And damn Desrali and his reform
the mighty revolution now unborn.
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The End of the World (in 5 steps or less):the dubious remix, buffy,
Original Fic: The End of the World (in 5 steps or less) by [personal profile] amathela
written for [profile] remixthedrabble

*not available for remixing.

This is how it ends.

Little things. Baby steps.

We start fighting over stupid things like peanut butter. I don't care what Xander says, that peanutbutter was mine.

Lines so carefully entrenched begin to blur. Xanders feeling pretty good under my fists and palms and elbows. Which, whoa, when did he get muscles like that anyway?

Things I swore I'd never do I've done. I've conscripted civilians before, Xander, Willow, Oz, Cordelia, even Giles should have been left on the sidelines.

But this is different. These people came to me for protection.

I'm putting them on the front lines.

Even if I win, I've lost already.


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