CrevanFox's Fic

Hullo,

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.

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Original Fic: Abundance of Goods does no harm, by 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.

Subterfuge and Distraction
Runaways,
drabble

"Did you change your hat again?"

"Nope, same hat I always wear" Molly said, "Now shhh! I'm finding out if Harry Potter lives."

"I'm pretty sure that's new, Molly. Where exactly are you getting them from anyway? That's the 50th hat I've seen you wear." Chase flopped down beside her on the couch. "Do stores even sell hats like that?"

Molly sighed. "You know Chase, just 'cause I'm not in school doesn't mean I don't want to learn and be smart" She fixes him with her best Gert impersonation and jiggles the book.

She raises the book over her face and smiles.

Duty
Dresden Files
prompt was Micheal at dresdenflashfic on LJ


( it is a bitter thing, to lose a friend to evil, before one loses him to death )

While Sleeping, I murder the world
Dresden Files bookverse
ficlet
prompt was sleep for Dresden flash fic on LJ

in text quote from Proven Guilty, p. 315
title is from the poem Monster, by Cliff J. Burns


( For Lucifer was once God's most beloved creation )

There is nothing that cannot be achieved
through sustained effort and an exertion of the
will; the mind can bend and shape reality at its
discretion; while sleeping, I murder the world.
-Violins in the Void

Twilight vs. Wolverine
X-Men
ficlet

Logan should have realized there was trouble brewing when the precognitive kid holed up in his room with a month supply of food annd refused to come out until "that damn book went away."

The next day Logan noticed a few girls in his self defense class weren't paying attention. That shit just didn't happen in his class. He yelled, they cringed and he figured that was the end of it. The next day they'd brought the fucking book to class with them.

He didn't get the weird apple motif on the cover, and frankly he didn't give a damn. On the way back to his room he passed groups of giggling girls, all with that same book. It was really starting to freak him out. And what was with the all the girls putting sparkles on shit?

By the end of the week he'd pretty much locked himself into his room as well.

Eventually the fad seemed to fade away, as all teen obsessions did and Logan wandered downstairs. It was late, and that kid was watching TV, like he always did at night when everyone else slept.

"Anything good on, kid?"

"not really, just this documentary about the Twihard phenomenon."

"I thought that book was old news?" Logan said, the fear blunt in his voice.

"The first one, yeah, this is about the sequel."

"Sequel?"

"There's gonna be 4 books in total-"the kid turned to look, but Logan was gone,"Mr Logan?"
But Logan was off, already planning his extended trip to northern Canada.

She Who Drowns Is Not Bothered By the Rain
Night World (Daughter of Darkness)
ficlet

xposted to Twilight Tales and TTales on LJ

It was probably nothing. Really. The boy doted on her, would never hurt her. Couldn't hurt a fly. She worried at her lip.

But the half glimpsed glint in his eye, the darkness she sensed in him...

Mrs. Burdock pulled the ornate silver butterknife from the drawer.

The girl, Mary Lynette, was the closest thing she had to family. She cared about her. She'd go so far as to say she loved her like a daughter, here, far from the enclave and the rules, (and only in her own head).

As for the other rule, she was not quite free enough to tell her anything that might actually save her should the wolf turn.

"Here you are sweetie, maybe this will help you with your gasflap thing."

Hopefully the girl would still hear her warning.

"Gas cap. and thank you, Mrs B." Said Mary Lynnette as she reached for the knife, "I'm sure this will work perfectly."

There's Always Elvis
Night World
Drabble for LJS100
Prompt was music


Poppy sat beside the stereo, flipping through her CDs, frowning.

Everything she played sounded disjointed, stopping and starting.

When she mentioned it to James he had looked at her like she was nuts.

"Yeah, everything digital sounds like that"

Poppy had given him a blank look in return.

"It's not supposed to, the music should play smoothly."

"Not to vampire ears. We can hear the pauses. He stopped when he saw how upset she looked. "Aw, Poppy, you can always listen to records. They sound alright." He hugged her.

Buried in his shoulder Poppy didn't mention that you probably couldn't get the Netherland Skippy dance on vinyl.