Unholy

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Prompt: Black Candle
Setting: S6

( Morag! Morag! Morag! )

Vampire Beauty Tips

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Prompt:  Mineral Oil
Setting:  Just past 'Something Blue'

I had to redeem myself.  Sleep can wait.

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( Go Morag! )

Must Not Be Rushed (#Morag)

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Title: Must Not Be Rushed
Creator: TheFoxinator
Rating: K
Setting: Post-"Not Fade Away" and After the Fall, but not by much
Summary/Prompt: Red candles. They have power in fire and blood, but must not be rushed. Also, I clearly had dragons on my brain.
Word Count: 300


( Must Not Be Rushed )

More than Fists and Fangs

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Prompt: Blue Candle.  Blue Candles are used in spell work for their stability and strength.  Also, I think Spike has blue eyes.  I'm sure I've heard that somewhere.  Maybe.  Once or twice.  :)
Setting: S5, right after Glory learns Dawn is the Key.  Buffy needs wheels.  And more.
Rating: PG

( Dragons for the win. )

Fic: Enjoy the Silence [for SHADOW]

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Title: Enjoy the Silence
Author: Bogwitch
Word Count: 221
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Spike/Buffy
Spoilers: Post-Series sometime, but denying the comics existence as usual.
Summary: A comfortable silence
Authors Note: written for the prompt Graveyard Dirt, from the SB Fag Ends Halloween Challenge 2013

The silence was surprisingly… comfortable for them.

That was a good word for the amiable, post-coital glow Buffy felt. She stretched out against Spike’s lean, hard body and tucked her head into the crook of his arm. No words were necessary this time and even Spike didn’t seem to want to ruin their reunion with chatter. She was happy for once, and if the slightly smug grin Spike was currently pressing against the crown of her head was anything to go by, so was he.

She stroked a lazy palm affectionately across his stomach, tracing the lines of his familiar six-pack of muscles with her fingers as she ran her calf over his, relishing in the new connection, the skin to skin touch. If she had ever thought they would reach this perfect place after she’d pushed her way out of her coffin through the graveyard dirt, she might not have given him such a hard time the first time around. Maybe. Perhaps.

But that was then and it was too late now for regrets. This was their bed, their love, their moment. They had all the time in the world tonight to be together, to be them. She could take a minute or two to enjoy the silence that lay between them.

It just felt right.

Comfortable.

At long last.

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Quicksilver

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Prompt: Quicksilver.  As the spirit of life, quicksilver's power is nonetheless rooted in chaos rather than the natural order. Changeable and uncertain, it is used to bring an element of luck and potential, equalising probabilities to make incredible eventualities as likely as commonplace ones. Naturally this makes quicksilver a very powerful ingredient when attempting the almost impossible.
Setting: S2, during the big fight at the end of 'Becoming, Part II'
Rating: PG

( Go, Morag, Go! )

Fic: Spell Components

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Title: Spell Components
Rating: G
Setting: late B8 or early B9 in San Francisco
Summary/Prompt: Written for the 2013 Halloween Challenge over at SB Fag Ends. Lacrimosa's The Way of the Shadow: black cat's bone
Note: I'm finding I'm not sure what counts as Spuffy. I was going for the idea that Spike saved the cats because he cares for Buffy and figured she wouldn't want them hurt.
Note: In looking up the names of Buffy's roommates, I found out that there are Slayers who are still on team Buffy. My library stopped getting the comics early in S9 so I'm not up-to-date on this stuff.

Buffy shut the door quickly before any of the cats could escape. “Why are we suddenly wall-to-wall with black cats?”

Anaheed and Tumble were looking a bit grouchy, although Buffy thought Anaheed might be hiding a grin. Spike, and how had he gotten into her apartment, was showing and out-and-out smirk. “Saved 'em, didn't I? Guy was gonna sell them as spell components for their bones and other bits. I knew you wouldn't like it.” His look grew momentarily intense as is this was supposed to mean something to her. Then, just as quickly he shrugged it off. “I challenged him to a bit of poker.”

“One, I thought that was kittens and two, ewww.”

“People play poker with kittens?” Tumble asked.

“Yeah, could we not go there?" Turning to Spike Buffy added, "We can't keep the cats.”

Spike shrugged. “Put 'em out on the streets they'll just get caught again.”

There was a knock on the door and Dawn pushed her way in. “Oooh, kitties.”

“I thought niblet might take some,” Spike added.

Dawn dropped to the floor and, within a minute, had four cats in her arms.

“Xander is so gonna kill me,” Buffy moaned.

FANMIX: Banshee Howl

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Click image for You Tube Playlist

Sod pouring over and analysing lyrics, I present the story of Buffy in Season 6 of BTVS in Siouxsie and the Banshees song titles!

1. The Last Beat of My Heart
2. Premature Burial
3. You're Lost Little Girl
4. Nicotine Stain
5. Into The Light

( Songs Under the Cut )

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Fic: A Funeral in Her Heart

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Title: A Funeral in Her Heart
Rating: G
Setting: B4
Summary/Prompt: Written for the 2013 Halloween Challenge over at SB Fag Ends. Lacrimosa's The Way of the Shadow: human blood

Buffy stepped into the bathroom as quietly as only a Slayer could. Spike, chained in the tub, still had that pale blue bit of blanket wrapped around himself. He wasn't breathing, his skin was as pale as death, and his cheeks so sunken-in he looked half-way to concentration camp victim. The blanket, wrapped around him like that, reminded her of a shroud. She ripped the blanket off him, getting it caught in the chains. He woke as she was trying to tug it away. “Hey! Hey, Slayer. What the bloody hell are you doing? Bathtub's cold enough without you running off with my only blanket.”

Buffy dropped the blanket. “I … You looked dead.”

With a frown Spike said, “I am dead.” He tugged at the blanket. “You've gotten it all tangled in the chains. Thanks a lot, Slayer.”

“Sorry,” Buffy said. She couldn't get the image of Spike, dead but not ash, out of her mind. “You look like you could use more blood?”

Spike looked wary. “Wouldn't say no.”

“I'll go heat some up.”

Buffy brought him the blood but didn't stay to watch him drink. She couldn't stand to see him so ill. Instead she raced off to the hospital to steal him some human blood. She couldn't figure out why she cared whether Spike of all people, or um vamps, lived or died, but she did.

Fic: The Blood is the Life

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Title: The Blood is the Life
Rating: G
Setting: S8
Summary/Prompt: Written for the 2013 Halloween Challenge over at SB Fag Ends. Lacrimosa's The Way of the Shadow: human blood
Note: And wouldn't Spike hate me using a line from <I>Dracula</I> in his story. ;-)

Spike had walked up to the castle, through the waist high snow, only a couple of hours before the dawn. The Slayer's guarding on the night shift had almost killed him before one realized who he was.

Now he was laid out on one of the beds, in the room next to Buffy's. The shifting of bedrooms had caused some grumbling but Buffy didn't care. “What's wrong with him?” Buffy demanded before Willow had come fully out of her spell.

“Nothing,” Willow said, sounding defensive.

“There has to be something. Look at him.” Spike hadn't moved in the three hours since he'd passed out just outside their gates. Granted he was dead, technically, which meant he didn't, well, twitch, but still. He should have woken up or … or something.

"It's not a spell. Magical sight isn't showing anything. I think he's just exhausted.”“

"Why isn't he waking up? He must need something.”

"I think blood maybe. Human blood.”

"Fine. Tell Xander to send a squad. Nearest blood bank. Make it quick.”

"Buffy?”

Buffy wrapped her arms around herself. “I can't lose him again.”

Vivia's book: Pure Spring Water I (PG13)

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I'm sorry to see those fiery wenches and the skeleton crew are gaining support. Means we'll have to work harder to bring balance and harmony to this poor disturbed realm. Totally doable. (*eyes advancing ingredients minions, gulps*)

Spike's almost-human story continues. He is in need of pure spring water, in a slightly more Teen rated installment of whatever this mini verse is going to be called.


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Vivia's book: Mirror (PG)

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Mixing it up a little. Let's have some bastardised narrative haiku (follows directly on from Pure Spring Water I and gives you some spellish outcome information)


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Sulphuric (Morag)

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Title: Sulphuric
Creator: TheFoxinator
Rating: K
Setting: Post-"Not Fade Away" and After the Fall, but not by much
Summary/Prompt: Sulphur. Takes place right after Not Be Rushed.(If you didn't read ATF, Angel accidentally named the dragon Cordelia.)
Word Count: 300

( Sulphuric )

Vivia's Book: Acorn (AKA Giant Attack Squirrels of the Hellmouth)

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Now, everyone knows that I, Vivia, don't approve of violence, but, as all you darling people will discover, if you read your spell books properly, there are some cautionary tales to be told about misuse of some ingredients. This is one of them.

Setting: BtVS season 4, a scene inexplicably left of out The Harsh Light of Day
Rating: PG
Prompt: Acorn, for Lady Morgan's Glamour (lovely person, as I said, once you get to know her), from Natural Lore
200 words

Giant Attack Squirrels of the Hellmouth

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Cool to the Touch (Morag)

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Title: Cool to the Touch
Creator: TheFoxinator
Rating: K
Setting: Season six
Summary/Prompt: Glass beads. They're cool to the touch, turns out.
Word Count: 100

( Cool to the Touch )

Witches Brew Day 1 Scores

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Click though to view the main spell chart. Each contributor is marked out in their own colour.

Fic: It Can't Be Love

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Title: It Can't Be Love
Rating: PG for language
Setting: S7
Summary/Prompt: Written for the 2013 Halloween Challenge over at SB Fag Ends. Lacrimosa's The Way of the Shadow: deadly nightshade

Buffy read the label on the jar. “Nightshade. Isn't that like a tomato?”

Anya grabbed the jar from Buffy and put it back into her kitchen shelf. Leading Buffy to the mortar and pestle on the counter, Anya said, “Here, use up some of that energy. You can grind up the herbs.” Buffy took a sniff at the herbs, made a face, and started grinding. “And yes, tomatoes are part of the nightshade family, but they're not poisonous.”

Buffy stopped grinding. “Poisonous? This is poisonous?”

“Look,” Anya snapped, “it's not an exact science, alright? The potency of the herb depends on when it was picked and how it was processed. Honestly? It shouldn't even kill a human much less a Slayer, but you never know. If you want something else, go tell your best friends that you're in love with Spike.”

"I'm not in love with Spike. It's a spell. It has to be a spell.”

"Yeah, whatever,” Anya replied with a roll of her eyes. “Because Heaven forfend demons could be loveable, worthy of love, whatever.”

"Anya, I didn't mean … “

"Just don't. Okay. I'll help you do your spell and I won't tell Xander or Willow about your loving Spike, but I don't need your condescension right now.” Buffy shut up and let Anya finish the spell.

After drinking down the potion, Buffy stretched out on the couch. She found herself in a thicket, surrounded by plants, ivy or something, ivy with thorns, hacking her way through. As the thorns cut into her skin, Buffy redoubled her hacking. When she broke through to an open space it was to find Spike sitting on her sofa with his feet on the coffee table but out in the middle of a meadow. He smiled up at her. “Luv.”

Waking up in Anya's apartment was a real letdown. “So, do you love him?” Buffy heard a magazine rattle. “Not that I care.”

Buffy didn't remember much of her vision, just sitting with Spike, arms wrapped around each other, not even kissing, just basking in each others love.

She did love Spike.

Shit.

Fic: You Pay, We Slay

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Title: You Pay, We Slay
Creator: drizzlydaze
Rating: G
Setting: S6 Flooded
Word count: 402
Prompt: Mineral oil, whose picture looks like a droplet of water
A/N: TEAM DRAGON. DRAAAAAGONS!              



( The pipes broke. )

Fic: Hell is Dry Cleaning

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Title: Hell is Dry Cleaning
Summary: A crack-tastic take on "cursed earth" circa Season Six
Rating: Teen

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Vivia's book: Rock Crystal (PG13)

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A little more plot, a little more twisting and turning. A little more insight, perhaps, into what's really happening here.

Willow, Buffy, Spike, some language, and a voice from the past: Rock Crystal.


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Fic: From Fire

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Title: From Fire
Creator: drizzlydaze
Rating: G
Setting: Post-Chosen
Word count: 264
Prompt: Volcanic ash



( It was a lake now. )

No Earthly Remains

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Prompt:  White Smoke. After a flame extinguishes, its spirit lives on in white smoke. Bitter to the taste, this is a component often used in spells of memory and longevity when no physical mementos can be found or else made use of. It is best captured in blessed glass and may only be used once, but it will keep forever.
Setting:  AS5, but before Spike pops out of the amulet.
Rating: G

An offering for Vivia from team Morag, freely given in peace and love and yada yada.

( To: Vivia, Love: Morag )