Fic: Holding Out For A Hero

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Title: Holding Out For A Hero
Prompt: Skeleton Army
Rating: PG-13
Setting: Halloween 2005.  1,000 words.  Take this, Mortifex!!
 
 
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Fic: Holding Out For A Hero

[gryfndor-godess.livejournal.com]

Title: Holding Out For A Hero
Prompt: Skeleton Army
Rating: PG-13
Setting: Halloween 2005.  1,000 words.  Take this, Mortifex!!
 
 
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Grunt

[shapinglight]

That Mortifex - so rude!

A member of the skeleton army gives its take on things, with added Spuffy.

Grunt
250 words
For the prompt: skeleton army

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Grunt

[shapinglight]

That Mortifex - so rude!

A member of the skeleton army gives its take on things, with added Spuffy.

Grunt
250 words
For the prompt: skeleton army

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Fic: Flesh and Bone

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Title: Flesh and Bone
Author: Rebcake
Rating: R-ish
Word Count:  725
Prompt: Skeleton Army
A/N: A slightly more mundane take on the threat of Mortiflex. Season 6.


Mortiflex was taking over Sunnydale.
 
( Some advertising genius had decided that... )

Fic: Flesh and Bone

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Title: Flesh and Bone
Author: Rebcake
Rating: R-ish
Word Count:  725
Prompt: Skeleton Army
A/N: A slightly more mundane take on the threat of Mortiflex. Season 6.


Mortiflex was taking over Sunnydale.
 
( Some advertising genius had decided that... )

Fic: Where's a Spooky Mask When You Need One?

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Title: Where's a Spooky Mask When You Need One?
Setting: Summer between S4 and S5, while Buffy's sneaking out in the middle of the night to slay.
Author: smells_corrupt
rating: pg
prompt: Zombies
Summary: During a run-of-the-mill patrol, Buffy runs into Spike. And then things really get complicated. 

( They're after our braaaaaains! )

Fic: Where's a Spooky Mask When You Need One?

[smells_corrupt.livejournal.com]

Title: Where's a Spooky Mask When You Need One?
Setting: Summer between S4 and S5, while Buffy's sneaking out in the middle of the night to slay.
Author: smells_corrupt
rating: pg
prompt: Zombies
Summary: During a run-of-the-mill patrol, Buffy runs into Spike. And then things really get complicated. 

( They're after our braaaaaains! )

Fic: Flesh and Bone

[rebcake]

Title: Flesh and Bone
Author: Rebcake
Rating: R-ish
Word Count:  725
Prompt: Skeleton Army
A/N: A slightly more mundane take on the threat of Mortiflex. Season 6.


Mortiflex was taking over Sunnydale.
 
( Some advertising genius had decided that... )

Zombies!!!

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Back into the fray...

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Zombies!!!

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Back into the fray...

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Boo!

[bogwitch.livejournal.com]

The Great Mortifex remains unbowed!

First skeletons, then zombies... Both are just so easy to bash!

It's time for him to send something a little more tricky and incorporeal this time:

Ghosts!


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Boo!

[bogwitch.livejournal.com]

The Great Mortifex remains unbowed!

First skeletons, then zombies... Both are just so easy to bash!

It's time for him to send something a little more tricky and incorporeal this time:

Ghosts!


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Pas de Deux (PG13)

[brutti-ma-buoni.livejournal.com]

Take THAT, Mortifex, you methane-smelling troll-alike. My season 4 proto-Spuffy is on *fire*. (Not literally.)

Title: Pas de Deux
Prompt: Zombies
Rating: PG13. Spike speaks, ergo swearing.
Words: 200
A/N: Continues from Overture and Beginners, in which there were skeletons and Spike fetched his coat. Season 4, shortly after Doomed.

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Pas de Deux (PG13)

[brutti-ma-buoni.livejournal.com]

Take THAT, Mortifex, you methane-smelling troll-alike. My season 4 proto-Spuffy is on *fire*. (Not literally.)

Title: Pas de Deux
Prompt: Zombies
Rating: PG13. Spike speaks, ergo swearing.
Words: 200
A/N: Continues from Overture and Beginners, in which there were skeletons and Spike fetched his coat. Season 4, shortly after Doomed.

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Gross Things (G: Dawn, Spike)

[readerjane]

Title: Gross Things
Prompt: Zombies
Timeline: more early B6
Wordcount: ~800
A/N: Angst warning. I'm afraid this doesn't play into the Mortifex theme much, but well. Zombie talk, at least.
Disclaimer: still not mine, alas

"How come you don't rot?"

"Excuse me?" Spike slapped down the ten of spades.

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Gross Things (G: Dawn, Spike)

[readerjane]

Title: Gross Things
Prompt: Zombies
Timeline: more early B6
Wordcount: ~800
A/N: Angst warning. I'm afraid this doesn't play into the Mortifex theme much, but well. Zombie talk, at least.
Disclaimer: still not mine, alas

"How come you don't rot?"

"Excuse me?" Spike slapped down the ten of spades.

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Long Time Dead 2

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And so at Mortifex’s will, his eldritch tower manifested; a tall, dismal pinnacle of polished black marble capped with bone; death triumphant. Slowly, unfathomably, its sheer walls formed like great cliffs, rising up from nothing in a swirling cloud of dark, smothering smoke; anything living that breathed that bitter, acrid fume choked on its vile essence. This was a place were the living perished and the dead lived on, a place of empty graves and subservience; death’s dead realm.

As it rose, the tower shook the earth and drew in the night, devouring the moon and the stars until the darkness closed in around it, daring the sun to shine upon its pointed battlements. Its dreary presence sent out a sickness, poisoning the tinder dry Californian desert around its base until the ground sunk into dank, putrid marshes of disease. Night here was everlasting and life was brief. The sun found other places to bathe in its golden light.

Mortifex stood at the peak of his fortress and cackled; lightning splitting the sky as he raised his twisted yew staff above his head. He thought of one name and bent all of his considerable will on it, calling its owner to him.

SPIKE.

Long Time Dead 2

[bogwitch.livejournal.com]

And so at Mortifex’s will, his eldritch tower manifested; a tall, dismal pinnacle of polished black marble capped with bone; death triumphant. Slowly, unfathomably, its sheer walls formed like great cliffs, rising up from nothing in a swirling cloud of dark, smothering smoke; anything living that breathed that bitter, acrid fume choked on its vile essence. This was a place were the living perished and the dead lived on, a place of empty graves and subservience; death’s dead realm.

As it rose, the tower shook the earth and drew in the night, devouring the moon and the stars until the darkness closed in around it, daring the sun to shine upon its pointed battlements. Its dreary presence sent out a sickness, poisoning the tinder dry Californian desert around its base until the ground sunk into dank, putrid marshes of disease. Night here was everlasting and life was brief. The sun found other places to bathe in its golden light.

Mortifex stood at the peak of his fortress and cackled; lightning splitting the sky as he raised his twisted yew staff above his head. He thought of one name and bent all of his considerable will on it, calling its owner to him.

SPIKE.

Fic: Dead Unlike Me PG-13, Buffy/Spike

[rahirah]

OK, normally I don't do challenges because I suck at them, but this one, um, spoke to me. Ghod only knows what it was saying, though...


Dead Unlike Me
By Barb C
Characters/Pairing: Buffy/Spike
Rating: PG-13
Notes: This is set in the Barbverse, where... well, see below.


Mortflex stood at the peak of his fortress and cackled; lightning splitting the sky as he raised his twisted yew staff above his head. He thought of one name and bent all of his considerable will on it, calling its owner to him.

SPIKE.

( Six hours later... )

Fic: Dead Unlike Me PG-13, Buffy/Spike

[rahirah]

OK, normally I don't do challenges because I suck at them, but this one, um, spoke to me. Ghod only knows what it was saying, though...


Dead Unlike Me
By Barb C
Characters/Pairing: Buffy/Spike
Rating: PG-13
Notes: This is set in the Barbverse, where... well, see below.


Mortflex stood at the peak of his fortress and cackled; lightning splitting the sky as he raised his twisted yew staff above his head. He thought of one name and bent all of his considerable will on it, calling its owner to him.

SPIKE.

( Six hours later... )