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.

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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Buffyverse
Firefly
Night World
Dresden Files
Stargate
X-Men
Farscape
BSG
(Anti-)Twilight
Original
Runaways
Harry Potter
Supernatural
Riddick verse (Pitch Black)
Star Trek
Star Wars

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angst
humour
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books
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tv
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It was done.

Harry removed Gryffindor's sword from Edward Cullen's body with a jerk and turned to Ron and Herminione, who stood over the blue-faced Bella.

"Next time we'll stop them before they get a movie"

"You think Mcgonagall's feminist group is done with Stephanie Meyer yet?" asked Ron.

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.