Crevan Fox's Fic

Welcome to my fic journal.

Tags to the side should make finding stuff a bit easier.

I'm mostly writing Runaways right now, although you will also find SG-1, Buffy, Dresden Files, Night World, Pitch Black, Anti Twilight, X-Men movieverse and other fandoms here.

Anything tagged as a remix, or as co-authored is not available for remixers as I do not have the other persons permission.

I do write adult themed material, as in disturbing subject matter, and swearing. Not so much with the smut. I will always warn for even the slightest hint or non con, or 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.

Update: I've been remixed for remixthedrabble
My story This flower that smiles today has been remade into Handful of Hollow Reeds, a drabble.


Feedback feeds the plot bunny.

Duty
Dresden Files
prompt was Micheal at dresdenflashfic



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

St. Kitty
Dresden Files,
drabble
prompt was Charity for dresdenflashfic



It was charity, was what it was.

He had to be a bloody saint, the crap he put up with.

First the wizard, then the life sucking vampire brother and that giant dog, Mouse. Far too much for his little apartment.

Mister put up with a lot, there was no two ways about it. Even let the spirit creature come along for a ride every once in a while.

But for all his grumbling Mister was a good soul. He'd chosen Harry as his pet and he wouldn't turn his back.

Wouldn't be charitable.

And he'd miss the ear scratches.

What she came for
Buffy/Angel
Origianally a drabble for open_on_sunday, prompt was titles of Franz Ferdinand songs (I choose What She Came For) however this is over a hundred words, and the exact one hundred word version I posted isn't very good. So this is the fic as it was intended.



This is what she came for.

To revel in the violence of being a Slayer. Punches, kicks, a knee to the stomach, to the face.

She's beating up a vamp she lured out of the Bronze.

She's beating up a perv for what's in his wallet, a place to stay.

This is what she came for.

To escape. From her demons, both literal and figurative. To run, always to run, which is the nature of the girl.

She's in Sunnydale to escape the demon that killed her Watcher Oh God, how could she leave her like that? to that?

She's in L.A. to escape Buffy and friends, demons of her own making. She doesn't even know who she is anymore.

This is what she came for.

To atone.

She's turning herself in, she's breaking out of prison to fight Angelus, she's going back to Sunnydale to face the people she's hurt.

This is what Faith came for.

More Than
Buffy/Angel
Drabble
Prompt was title of a Franz Ferdinand song, I choose Bite Hard.



It's the hunt that is in his blood. An urge to carnage, to kill and drink and hurt everyone around him. But he's above such things. There's an artistry to be had in evil. It's more than mindlessness, a primal urge. He's got a talent.

So while all the beast in him wants to do is bite hard, to drink deep, the man in him thinks, plans, plots. The man in him has a thing for convents.

Angelus wants to destroy not only the body of his victims, but the mind and soul too. There's so much more to him than a set of teeth.

An AU where Angel ended in season one
Angel
almost a drabble, (118 words)
prompt was Sun/Son for open_on_sunday

Angel and Doyle stood atop the building. The sky was streaked with reds and oranges and deeping blues.

"Are you sure about this, Angel? You could do a lot of good with a ring like that."

Angel smiled sadly, took one last look as the sun dipped below the horizon then slipped the Ring of Amara from his finger.

He hadn't seen the sun in- fzzt!

Angel exploded into a shower of dust.

Doyle was horrified. He had dead vampire all over his clothes.

"Damn, I must be running fast". He said, looking at his dust covered watch.

With that he picked up the ring, headed to the nearest pawn shop and from there to a bar.

This whole hero thing was a headache.

Dont Tap the Glass v.2.0
Original,
drabble
This is actually a remix of one of my own stories Don't Tap the glass

**despite having a remix tag, this is available to be remixed if someone wants to, as it was my fic originally.


"No one knows where they came from, only that they couldn't survive in the real world. That's why we put them here." The guide said, sweeping an arm over the glass that was one side of the Angel sanctuary.

Winged figures moved in the distance of the large dome.

"What if they want to leave?" asked a young boy with missing teeth.

The guide laughed, ruffled his hair and said in a stage whisper "They're too good for this world. We were killing them just by existing."

"But-"

"They're better off away from the world. It's safer for them" She said and continued walking.

Original Fic: When I Grow Up, by amathela
Remix: When I Grow Up (the blood and gore remix)
for remixthedrabble
drabble,

Spine ramrod straight. Hair pulled back tight. The face of a veteran. Crisp and at the ready. She is just this side of eighteen. Proud and ready to serve. She's the perfect soldier.

She's dirty. Her uniform is torn and her hair has come loose. It's down and clinging to the grime and blood on her face. She's lost count of the number of men she's killed today. She'd follow her commander into hell. She's the perfect soldier.

She's just this side of eighteen, but feels eighty. She's a veteran, but only looks young.

She'll carve a career in blood.

Original Fic: The End of The World (in 5 steps or less), by amathela
Remix: The End of the World (in 5 steps or less):the dubious remix
for remixthedrabble
drabble


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.

Original Fic: After 8:30, by malnpudl
Remix: After 8:30 (the kinky old man remix)

I wrote kink! for remixthedrabble, well, not really.



We've been researching for hours. Luckily it's not an apocalypse, just a few evil magicians raising a ruckus (demon).

Wesley is on the love seat, Buffy on the recliner. I'm on the couch. It offers me the best view of the other two.

I've got my favourite pen, green, slim, dangling between my fingers.

Over half a century old. Durable, and interchangeable, just like me.

I watch Wesley and Buffy. Wesley watching my hands, Buffy watching my feet. They've each got their kink.

I love the tension.

I'll invite them back for more tomorrow. We'll see which one breaks first.

Original Fic: A Day at the Hellmouth, by malnpudl
Remix: A Day at the Hellmouth:The hackysack remix for remixthedrabble
Drabble

It was stitched from the hide of the most evil cow, on a depraved stretch of ranchland, sewn by demon hands, and enchanted by dark wizards.

They sent him to the hellmouth. His mission: help bring about the apocalypse.

A heavy burden, for a hackysack.

The boy was supposed to be doing research. Hacky flew from his hands, behind the books needed to solve the current situation.

The boy's dive to catch him scattered them everywhere.

Unfortunately he'd played his hand a little soon, and the British gent brought the boys attention back to study.

From inside the boy's picket Hackey plotted out his next move.

Goodbye
Torchwood
drabble

prompt:black, and/or white and/or grey for Drabble on DW


She's fading into darkness.

He's being washed away in light.

She struggles, fights to stay, to give the information needed to save the day. I hope I did good

He's finally ready to die. He stands there, waiting. Oh God

Her pain is unbearable.

He can't feel a thing.

She dies surrounded by friends, by family, that final shot of morphine.

He's alone, trapped, watching himself decay.

She's left them all a video, in the event of her death. She gets to say goodbye.

He never gets to say a word, locked away forever in an imbreachable dungeon.

Toshiko Sato slips into darkness.

Owen Harper burns in radioactive light.

Paradox(the suspicious of change remix)
Terminator SCC
not quite a drabble (121 words)

Remix of were_lemur's Paradox



Charlie asked me to marry him and my heart stops.

Half of it wants to beat YES. Finally, a nice guy, a chance at normal.

I destroyed the last of them. The war should be over before it even begins.

The other half beats NO! I can't let my guard down, that's when they come for you. It will never be over. I can't get lost in the idea of could have beens.

It's not like I have a Terminator to watch over him anymore.

It's time to leave, but I know Charlie won't understand that I can't let myself get soft. Not for him. Not even for my son.

The Terminator I destroyed rather than risk falling into the wrong hands would have understood that.

Watcher's Cup II,
Buffy,
drabble,
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.

Watcher's Cup
Drabble
Buffy
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.

I've done something terrible....I've written OT3 Runaways smut, between Victor, a toaster and a coffee maker, at least, this is as smutty as I ever get.

Challenge is from Runaways Kink Meme


( cut for length )

The 4 things that never happened to Klara Prast in 2008, and one that might
written for the fifth fest at smallfandomfest
Prompt was Klara, new world
Author's note: This is my first and so far only five things that is not Stargate related. I love expanding my horizons! ALSO, this references events in Young Avengers/Runaways Secret Invasion. If you haven't read that mini series (or even heard of it), basically an alien race called the Skrull invades. Klara and Molly were dropped off at Mt. Rushmore to keep them out of the worst of the fighting. The Skrull get their asses handed to them and then leave.

( Oh brave new world that has such people in it )

Flame
Runaways
drabble


He'd burn for her.

Has.

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.

Nuns always get the fuzzy end of the lollipop. It's no wonder you never see any of us walking around. If it's not Angelus wrecking up the convent, it's some yellow eyed jerk who wants to commune with Lucifer.

It used to be you couldn't swing a dead cat without hitting a few Nuns, now we're like unicorns. Practically fairytale creatures. Being rare has done nothing to stop demons from thinking we're the notch-de-resistance on their belt.


Atheism my butt. It's not secular humanism scaring off new recruits from the priesthood and nunnery. It's that damn Joss Whedon and those Winchester boys.

Giving In to You
Pitch Black
double drabble (200 words)

( cut for potential non con - if you squint and look at it sideways )