#fuffy adjacent

[juanabaloo]

[juanabaloo]

also i think faith in early S3 is a little similar to spike. no prior pampering but she will bit you if you try to pet her. and faith in S7 is the same as angel.

angel is like one of those absolutely built shelter dog who vibrates with how much he loves you but is physically unable to express that affection unless you instigate it. spike is a slinky beat up street cat (with a chip from his old rich owner who very much pampered him) who will shower you with so so much affection, purring up a storm, but will bite you if you try to pet him. and buffy is their owner.

[fictiongods]

Going from listening to Lacy by Olivia Rodrigo multiple times a day (but let’s be real, my tolerance for listening to songs on repeat is very very high it was probably more like multiple times an hour. It was actually just on a loop of that one song for like months, but I digress.) and then not listening to it for months then going back to it (because apparently The CHAPPELL ROAN. did vocals or something in it??? Dead I thought that song couldn’t get gayer.) and it’s making me feel things. Like oh god yeah I TRY I TRY I TRY BUT IT TAKES OVER MY LIFE. YEAHHH COMPLEMENTS LIKE BULLETS ON SKIN. YEAH I CARE I CARE I CARE. YESS I LINGER ALL THE TIME WATCHINGG IN PLAIN SIGHTTT. YEAH THOSE FUFFY VIBES GO SO SO SO STRONG. YEAH SWEETEST THING ON THIS SIDE OF HELL. HELL YEAH SWEETEST TORTURE. like ooo i can’t handle this song.

[chriscdcase95]

WLW Pairings in Horror Media: Repost

I’m doing a do over of an old post of mine from last year (partially because I felt it needed an update, but also because I have too much time on my hands).

Anyways for the Halloween season I decided to an updated remake last years collage of WLW pairings in horror (or adjacent media) in descending order of popularity in a poll I hosted.

1. Carmilla x Laura (Hollstein) of Carmilla: The Series

2. Waverly x Nicole (Wayhaught) of Wynonna Earp

3. Willow x Tara (Twillow) of Buffy The Vampire Slayer

4. Buffy x Faith (Fuffy) of Buffy the Vampire Slayer

5. Deena x Sam  of Fear Street

6. Luz x Amity (Lumity) of The Owl House

7. Emma x Audrey (Emmrey) of MTV’s Scream

8. Hope x Lizzie (Hizzie) of Legacies

9. Hope x Josie (Hosie) of Legacies

10. Sarah Bailey x Nancy Downs (Sarancy) of The Craft

11. Jennifer x Needy (Needifer) of Jennifer’s Body

Honorable mentions from the poll are getting a follow up post.

[yoursummerfrost]

📖

Aah okay so this is one of my less detailed ideas BUT I just think Tis the Damn Season by Tswift is an excellent fuffy song and I very much want a fic (this could be canon-adjacent or like a childhood friends humans AU) where one of them Got Out of Sunnydale and is coming back for the first time in a while and it's all the messy codependent homoerotic former best friend fuffy feelings we deserve.

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Friday, August 31

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

A Necessary Intervention (Angel, Fred, PG-13) by geckogirl89

The Greene Farm (Buffy, The Walking Dead xover, PG-13) by 3am_moonlight

Moving On (The Walking Dead xover, PG-13) by 3am_moonlight

From the Pacific to the Rockies (Dawn, Stargate SG-1 xover, PG) by hermione2be

Reading Between the Lines (Dawn, Stargate SG-1 xover, PG) by hermione2be

Her Gift is Death Adjacent (Buffy, Teen Wolf xover, PG-13) by twisted_slinky

The Party (Avengers xover, PG-13) by indraleigh

Necessary (Buffy, Oz, Mercy Thompson Series xover, PG) by tvashti

Bring On The Night (Lord of the Rings xover, PG-13) by jerseyfabulous

Any Given Tuesday (Buffy, Dawn, NCIS: LA xover, NC-17) by berifanfic

Every Night After That (Buffy/Spike, G) by EllieRose101

Where She Belonged (Angel/Buffy, PG-13) by angelus2hot

All That's Left of Yesterday (Giles/Randall, R) by CantSpeakFae

Sins Of The Father (Giles/Jenny, R) by CantSpeakFae

Careful (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by angelus2hot

Midnight Somewhere (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by Jane Smith

[Chaptered Fiction]

Immortal Companion Part 2 (Buffy, Highlander xover, PG-13) by mmooch

Forward Without Seeing Chapter 108 (Ensemble, R) by queen_insane

Save the Last Dance For Me Chapter 93 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Passion4Spike

A chaotic love Chapter 60 (Ethan/Giles, PG-13) by Jaspergirl (old_fashioned_gal)

Second Chances: Season 7 Chapter 9 (Ensemble, R) by chadmaako

Wanna Do Real Bad Things With You Chapter 3 (Buffy/Eric Northman, True Blood xover, NC-17) by CantSpeakFae

Salt of the Earth Chapter 31 (Buffy/Dean Winchester, Supernatural xover, R) by Cereza

Sunnydale Centurion Part Six - Wild Animals (Ensemble, Doctor Who xover, Not Rated) by singledarkshade

Support Chapter 7 (Buffy/Spike, G) by sosa lola

Two Brits and a Bit Chapter 5 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by Cockney Cecilia

Night Talk Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, R) by Jane Smith

Grave Chapter 19 (Buffy/Spike, R) by justsue

[Images, Audio & Video]

Artwork: BTVS, TVD & The Originals manips by xspike4evax

Artwork: Angel, Buffy & Spike sketch by theartofdavo77

Artwork: Buffy drawing by halyorke-vampiredisaster

Artwork: Buffy drawing by dhsantiago

Artwork: Fuffy friday night kiss by marasatilu

Cosplay: Buffy cosplay by charmante--charmante

Fanvid: Easier (Ensemble) by amerowolf

Fanvid: Here endeth the lesson (Buffy) by ZNellyZ

Fanvid: The Night We Met (Angel/Buffy) by KC Lynne

[Reviews & Recaps]

Angel rewatch: The Price (3.19) by elsalapizza

Angel rewatch: A New World (3.20) by elsalapizza

[Fandom Discussions]

The Wackadoo Timeline and the Sensible Timeline: A Theory! by rahirah

Angel Season 5 is Overrated by we-pay-for-everything

willow’s hair changing over the course of btvs by myth-taken

I’m not sorry that I hate Jenny Calendar by withoutpassionwedbetrulydead

Why do you think Buffy/Angel relationship became iconic in pop culture by gianelson

Why do you think the Buffy/Angel relationship became iconic in pop culture? by we-pay-for-everything

Asexual character in Buffy reboot? by lilyginnyblackv2

Thoughts on Q&A with Buffy Season 12 Artist Georges Jeanty by lilyginnyblackv2 and gite63

[bodytoflame-ao3]

(i know that i've been) flirting with the enemy

originally posted 03/22/21

hhhh remembered this blog exists and am now posting my backlog.... here’s some fuffy smut-adjacent 7x21 (an alternate coda to buffy and faith’s conversation)

small note: faith didn’t sleep with riley; as always, i do what i want and that shit was way too complicated for me 2 deal with in 5k words

title from more like you by orla gartland (and what a fuckin SONG it is for these two!!)

Read on Ao3

“You feel it too, don’t you?”

Faith eyes her, sinking in the weight behind the sentence, knowing it’s unintentional on B’s part. “Damn.” More than you’ll ever know. The pull to the scythe is just as intense as the pull she feels to her. “And damn, that’s something.”

“I know.”

“It’s old. It’s strong, and it feels like… like it’s mine.” B’s always felt like hers. (No one else understood like she did — being a slayer and all.) But she isn’t. Faith sets the weapon down on the bed next to her. “I guess that means it’s yours.”

“It belongs to the slayer.”

“Slayer in charge,” Faith clarifies, “Which, I’m guessing, is you.”

Buffy sits down on the edge of the bed. Faith had always figured, if she ever ended up in B’s bed with her, it would’ve been with a lot less clothes. That idea’s far in the past now. “I honestly don’t know,” she says, looking at Faith, asking, “Does it matter?”

“It never mattered to me.” Bullshit. “Somebody has to lead. Let’s vote for Chao-Ahn. It’s harder to lead people into a deathtrap if you don’t speak English.” It’s always been easier to deflect with a joke than face what’s real — especially with her.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“I’m really not looking for forgiveness.” They’re past that. She’s not getting forgiveness from B, and she doesn’t need it. She’s worked out her shit and done her time, and that’s enough. Her history with Buffy is way too complicated for her to ever ask that of her. Betraying her was one thing. Stealing her body and trying to seduce her boyfriend was much more.

“You’re not?”

“What do you want me to say? I blew it.” Simple as that. Another entry in her list of fuck ups.

“You didn’t blow it.”

“Tell that to—” Everyone. You, Giles, all the girls. The ones they’d lost.

“People die,” Buffy says, plain and simple. “You lead them into battle, they’re gonna die. It doesn’t matter how ready you are, or how smart you are. War is about death. Needless, stupid death.”

This is an entirely different Buffy — the likes of which she’s never seen. One that’s just as scared and cynical as Faith was the first time she rolled into Sunnydale. These words sound foreign coming from her lips; Faith almost wants to reach out and see if she’s just another manifestation of The First. She doesn’t.

Faith’s always wanted what Buffy had, but now, it feels like they’re parallels to each other, the duality of the slayer, like they were always meant to be. She starts, “So, here’s the laugh riot. My whole life I’ve been a loner.” Only ‘til I met you. B’s the closest thing she’s had to a friend in just as many years — which is telling, that they’re not at all friends.

“That’s the funny part? Did I miss something?”

B, always straight to the point. Relax. Let things lie for once. “I’m trying to—”

“Sorry. Sorry. Go.”

Faith continues, lamenting the fact that B always has to be so damn charming. “No ties, no buddies, no relationships that lasted longer than… well… Robin lasted pretty long,” she laughs, smirking, “Boy’s got stamina.”

“Principal Wood? And you? And in my—” She abruptly stands up, pacing the room; clearly just as tightly wound as she’s always been.

Faith narrows her gaze. “Don’t tell me you two got wriggly.”

“No,” she shakes her head, “No.” It’s fun to watch her squirm like this. Always has been. “No, no. We’re just good friends. Or mortal enemies, depending on which day of the— was that the funny part?”

No. She holds back on telling B that it sounds a lot like them. That might really turn her brain into soup. “Okay. The point. Me, by myself all the time.” As she was, most of her life, and certainly by the time she met B, “I’m looking at you, everything you have, and, I don’t know,” she shrugs, “Jealous.” Jealous doesn’t even begin to cover it. She takes in a deep breath. “Then there I am. Everybody’s looking to me, trusting me to lead them, and I’ve never felt so alone in my entire life.”

Buffy hangs her head. “Yeah.”

“And that’s you every day, isn’t it?” She can’t say she understands Buffy now — gets everything she’s ever done — but she does know this. The weight of it all.

“I love my friends. I’m very grateful for them. But that’s the price.” She adds, “Being a slayer.”

“There’s only supposed to be one. Maybe that’s why you and I can never get along.” It’s a thought that’s crossed her mind many times over the years, from the second they first clashed, all the way through nights in jail alone with her thoughts. “We’re not supposed to exist together.”

“Also, you went evil and were killing people.”

And, yeah, maybe not her proudest moment. “Good point,” she nods, “Also a factor.”

“But you’re right. I mean, I… I guess everyone’s alone.” Faith doesn’t doubt she’s seen her fair share of it already. “But being a slayer? There’s a burden we can’t share.”

Except… together. “And no one else can feel it.” Except you. “Thank God we’re hot chicks with superpowers,” she smiles, defusing the tender moment.

“Takes the edge off.”

“Comforting.”

Buffy agrees.

“Hey, B,” she calls, as Buffy turns to leave, scythe in hand. “You ever wonder what might’ve happened… if things were different?” Faith does.

“All the time.”

“I remember, one of the first nights, I was lying there. Couldn’t sleep. Loud as hell, shitty mattress. I remember lying there, playing back all the ways it could’ve gone, if I hadn’t fucked everything up, or if you’d let a little more loose… and I realized… the only good things I’d ever done… were in your body.” And she was jealous, and terrified. Jealous that goodness seemed so innate to Buffy’s body that even Faith’s darkness couldn’t overpower it; terrified by the love that seemed to envelop her life from every angle.

Buffy’s brows furrow, and she sets the weapon against the wall near the door; comes back, closer; “That’s not true. Willow said you helped Angel get his soul back.”

“Maybe now, but… back then? My head got real dark. I guess… that’s why I stayed? Coulda’ broken out any time. But I didn’t. ‘Cause deep down, I knew I had something to be punished for.”

“Do you regret it?” Buffy sits down on the edge of the bed as she whispers, more air than voice.

“I… I don’t know.” The only thing she really regrets is not getting closer to B when she had the chance; when they were almost friends. “I… wish we’d been friends. Before.”

“Me too.”

“That would’ve been… something, huh?” What if she had made a move on B before it all went to hell in a handbasket? She would’ve just been another notch in your bedpost, and you know it.

Buffy pulls herself onto the bed, facing Faith, legs crossed. “I think we could’ve been close.”

The last time they talked like this was one of the first nights, when she was just getting to know Buffy. After everything back in Boston, her parents, her powers… sitting across from Buffy on her bed at midnight, talking about whatever, was the most normal thing she’d experienced in years. It feels like that all over again. Still, she laughs, “What is this, slayer sleepover party?”

“You always said we had a connection,” Buffy says, tilting her head.

“I also remember saying I was better than you, so,” she shrugs, trying to avoid Buffy’s focus. “I was never the wise one, B.”

“Neither was I.”

She takes a deep breath, and Faith isn’t sure what to make of it. Until Buffy kisses her first. Uptight, bubbly, weary, Buffy. She leans in slow enough that Faith knows it’s coming, but quickly enough that she can’t debate the repercussions before Buffy’s lips meet hers. Not something she really ever thought would happen, ‘cause B seemed to like men more than well enough, if natural blonde, bottle blonde, and tall dark and pointy were anything to go by. If anything had ever happened between them, she figured it would’ve been way back, before Faith fucked everything up, back when they could’ve chalked it up to being stupid high schoolers high on the thrill of the fight.

She’s gentle, and soft, but she kisses with grit, and teeth, and it’s like years of tension come to a head in one instant. Faith has to remind herself that this is Buffy, kissing her, while she lies in her bed, and there’s no good decisions from here.

“B.” She pulls away, despite how much she’s always wanted this, hell, despite how much she’s dreamed of it, “What are you doing?”

Buffy springs back, but doesn’t break eye contact, wide eyes gazing back into hers. Panic flashes through her face, but Faith can also see a little bit of curiosity. “You’re not alone.”

“I know I’m not, B, we just spent the last few minutes on that.” And holy shit, Buffy Summers just kissed her… and Faith might kill to do it again — and she knows she’s sworn that off and all, but… holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.

“The world could end tomorrow,” she says, simply, “and I don’t want to be alone.”

Buffy friggin’ Summers. She tries to shrug it off (she’ll never be able to shake that feeling); “You got plenty of other people in this house who care about you.”

“What about you?”

Me? Not so much. “I’ve always been alone,” Faith shrugs, struggling to push back the years of wanting unspeakable things from Buffy. “Doesn’t matter to me.” It does. If Buffy were to kiss her, and mean it, she could die happy — which was becoming more and more unlikely the further they got into this mess.

“Faith. Tell me you haven’t always wanted this.” She inches closer. All Faith wants to do is pull her in again, and if Buffy gets any closer, she just might.

“You know I can’t.” She’s wanted Buffy in ways she can’t even begin to explain. Ways that make her sick to her stomach; afraid. Nothing she wants to put into words — already too vulnerable laid before her. “Why now?”

“On account of the whole… impending doom,” she shrugs. Faith nods slowly, pushing her for a better answer. “You’re here. You’re… single. My age. And, believe it or not, out of everyone else that fits that criteria, we have the least complicated history.”

Damn, B, what’d ya pull to make that true? “I’m sure Robin wouldn’t mind another round with a Slayer,” she suggests; she knows Buffy won’t go for it— it’s just another way to get a rise out of her, and to keep the serious talk away.

Buffy glares at her, shaking her head to get that thought out, before continuing. “Haven’t you always… wondered what that’s like?”

She takes a second to weigh her options, before sighing, “Yeah, B, yeah, about a million percent of the time.” Hell, she’s still thinking about it and it’s starting to feel far too warm under all the blankets. “But this is kinda outta nowhere and I don’t think I’m getting it.”

She’s trying so hard to tempt her, and it’s really wearing down Faith’s resilience. A few years ago, she wouldn’t have thought twice. But she knows what this feeling is. The loneliness, the not belonging, the feeling deep in your gut that you’ll do anything to not feel. She knows — she feels it too — felt it before she had words to describe it. She’s learned that sometimes, it’s better for everyone to just ignore it.

“What’s not to get?” Buffy asks, like it isn’t obvious.

How you can forgive me after everything I did? How you can walk in here and ask for this, knowing how I feel about you? “I dunno,” she crosses her arms, feeling defensive. “Red’s right down the hall, if a distraction’s what you’re looking for.” Thought she was the resident woman-lover and all…

“She’s not… into me like that!” Buffy’s voice rises in pitch, her pupils widening, trying to defend both her and Willow.

Faith rolls her eyes. She really thinks that Willow wouldn’t, if she asked? “She’s gay, and she’s got eyes, B.” Christ, Andrew’s gayer then the Home Depot on Superbowl Sunday, even if he won’t admit it, and even he had something to say about Buffy.

“She’s got a… thing… with Kennedy.”

Sure she does. “Doesn’t seem too serious.” Call Faith a cynic, but she doesn’t see it going past this month’s apocalypse, that is, if they survive. She’s still haunted — Faith knows what that looks like, and with the way she talks about her best friend… she’s got the idea that her feelings for Buffy aren’t entirely platonic, if only once upon a time. She’d heard as much on their little drive back from LA.

“I need to know what… what this is.”

“What it is, is a bad idea, B.” And god, she wants to, even if it is.

Buffy leans in closer, hair falling toward Faith’s face. “I thought you liked bad ideas.” She pulls back the sheets in a fistful, plants her palm firmly on one side of Faith’s hips; an action full of desire, while her eyes are still full of wonder and innocence.

Faith knows better than to believe that for a second. B’s no saint. She pushes herself up more on her elbows, sitting up completely. It brings Buffy even closer to her, but neither of them retreat. “Yeah, well, that’s the reformed part of reformed evil-doer. I try not to run toward bad ideas anymore.”

Buffy’s silent for a second before she asks, “And what if I do?”

She’s being about as subtle as Faith was in high school, which is to say, not at all. She looks directly into her eyes. “Big day tomorrow. You should get some rest.”

“I don’t think I can sleep. Do you?”

No, but…

“I just want to forget about tomorrow.”

“B,” she sighs, “please.” It’s a plea for her to leave; it’s a plea for her to stay.

“You always said slaying made you hungry and…” She trails off. “You know.” Trying to seduce me, and you’re the prude, huh, B?

That was never a lie, though. “Yeah,” she shrugs.

“Did you always—”

“I would’ve taken you in the graveyard if you’d just let me, B.” It’s the truth. She’s gotten herself a little more aquatinted with the truth since the last time they talked. Buffy’s lips part, just a little. Faith can tell that particular image evoked a reaction. What kind, she’s not sure. “How long have you been thinking about this?” Buffy shifts, avoiding her eyes. “Be honest.”

“For realsies?” Goddamnit, B. “A few minutes ago.” Right. So this is impulse. “But I can’t say it hadn’t…crossed my mind before.” She clarifies, “I’ve heard it’s good. With a slayer.”

“Yeah. Rave reviews all around.”

“If it was back then,” Buffy gulps, eyes darting to Faith’s lips. You know you want to. “Show me what you would’ve done.”

If this is the end, it’ll be one hell of a way to go. Faith pulls her in with force by the neck of her shirt, capturing her in a kiss powered by years of wondering what it would feel like. It feels like heat, and tension — the pull between them, the one she’s felt since she first got her powers. Before she even knew B existed. It’s like electricity coursing through her veins. Is the connection going to feel like this with all of the slayers — when they activate them? No, Faith thinks, this is special. Just for me and B.

Buffy’s hands find her shoulders, pinning her down against the bed, hard. Faith tugs at her shirt, damned slayer strength threatening to rip it to pieces. (Delicate, fragile; the purely human body is. Not resilient like theirs.) It’s cute that she thinks she’s in charge, though. Faith flips her over, kicking the sheets away. She straddles her hips, and pulls her hair up haphazardly; looking down at Buffy, who looks up at her like a kicked puppy. Leaning in close, she brushes a piece of Buffy’s hair out of her face.

“I’m just as strong as you,” Buffy says.

The fact of the matter is simple — if she wanted to take control, she would have. “You want me like this. Admit it,” she says, plain.

“I—”

“Admit it, B,” she repeats, firmer, because it’s all she’s really ever wanted from Buffy; to hear her say it in her own words, that she needs Faith just as much as Faith needs her.

“I want you.”

It’s all Faith needs to lean into her, fierce and tough, pressing a hard kiss to her lips. It’s hard to even fathom kissing her — something that’s only existed inside her head for so long — but she’s soft, and real, and right at Faith’s fingertips. It’s real.

“Tell me how long you’ve been thinking about this,” Buffy knows two can play at that game — she learned that from her. She whispers into Faith’s ear, dragging her teeth along her jaw; finding her lips.

“God, B, years,” Faith mumbles against her.

She manages to pull herself away long enough to lift Buffy’s shirt over her head; she blushes, stark red against her blonde hair.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” Faith reminds her.

“Me either.” Buffy purses her lips, shaking her head as she rethinks that; “You know what I mean.”

“Yeah?” she asks, still not missing a beat, “And did you like what you saw?”

Faith thinks she‘ll take Buffy’s locked gaze as a yes. She traces the outline of B’s torso, just ghosting the very tips of her fingers across her skin; deliberately, to incite a reaction. She dips into the curve of her waist, and Buffy’s back arches, Faith grinning like a madman.

She focuses on Buffy, her reactions, the catch in her breathing every time Faith makes contact. After such a long time spent lusting after her, wanting to kiss her; Faith can’t contain herself. She kisses with reckless abandon — because the world might end tomorrow, and because she deserves it. She kisses with passion; hands reaching out to cradle Buffy’s face with a surprisingly gentle grip. The last time they were this close…

Buffy breaks away, breathing heavily, “Cut the crap, Faith. I didn’t come here for foreplay.”

Faith snaps back, “That’s half the fun, B.”

Buffy’s eyes narrow, and then she smiles, not breaking eye contact as her hand slips just under the waistband of Faith’s shorts. “Still think this is a bad idea?”

“Yeah.” Faith manages to say, voice shaking; B’s made her a mess, even while layers still separate them. “But when has that ever stopped me?” Plenty of times. And all about you, B. But she doesn’t have to know that.

Buffy tugs at her shorts, just for a second, before her hands find the hem of her tank top, pressing into her sides as she rolls it up her body. Tossing it to the side, she seeks out Faith’s waist to pull her closer. Her breath hitches, and Faith wonders if she’s having second thoughts; instead her thumb brushes against the scar on her stomach, there only if you knew where to look, thanks to their healing abilities. But Buffy knows — she’s the one that put it there. “Does it hurt?”

“No.” Even with B, the light touches and tender glances are too much — Faith doesn’t do that shit. She doesn’t waste too much time in getting her clothes off, just long enough to have Buffy’s hands reaching for her own, begging her to keep going. The desire, the idea that Buffy wants her, is intoxicating.

Her hand brushes the inside of Buffy’s thigh, fingers meeting cotton; and for some reason, some unknown, ungodly reason, she hesitates. “Is this what you want, B?” One last chance to back out of it. Leave, and go back to sleep alone, and not alter their relationship irrevocably.

“Yes,” Buffy’s hips buck up to meet her hand, and she gasps, followed immediately by “please.”

God, if she had more restraint, she would listen to her beg forever. She doesn’t — not here, not now, not when it’s her. Not when she pushes away the last bit of scrap between them, and feels how much she wants her. Buffy nearly melts against her touch, and lets out a whimper that, by all Faith’s comprehension, shouldn’t be able to come from her mouth. All it does is make Faith want her more; want to hold her tighter, and closer.

It’s been a long time since Faith’s been with a woman. Men were easier. Eager; they pursued her, even when she wasn’t looking for it. They weren’t a game of waiting, of ’is she?’, of teasing and dancing around the inevitable. But it isn’t something she could forget that easily, either. Not when they were always better. Especially not when she’s already touched Buffy — just not with these hands; wasn’t able to feel, hear her sharp breaths, not how they fill up her lungs, the way they were meant to fall from her lips to Faith’s ears. But she knows what works her up, the way she bites her lip involuntarily, exactly how the feeling swells through her body; how good it feels, when Faith touches her. Knowing that turns Faith on more than she could’ve imagined.

“How are you—god—so good at that?”

Faith leans closer; “I had practice. Did you?”

“No, I—”

The blush that spreads across Buffy’s face; the embarrassment and wide-eyes — Faith knows. “Tell me what you did to me, B.” She tilts Buffy’s head up, to look at her, “Tell me.”

“This.” Buffy has never been a woman of this few words; it’s Faith that had that effect on her, and just knowing that is intoxicating.

“Did you think about me?” I thought about you.

“Y-yeah.”

Never in a million years did Faith think she’d admit to that — never in a billion did she think she’d ever end up here, but Buffy’s coming undone underneath her, and it’s heaven. She’s so quiet, the only sound escaping her lips a soft ’oh’, and quick breaths. Faith presses her body against Buffy’s, slowing her rhythm, and kisses her neck, slower. She pushes back against Faith, murmurs her name, and grabs a handful of her hair, already falling out of the tie she’d thrown it into. “Faith,” she breathes, “God, F, let me touch you.”

She doesn’t have to ask twice, and shucks off the rest of her clothes without a second thought. B, wanting her. The only thought in Faith’s head is Buffy, Buffy here, kissing her, touching her. Trusting her.

Heat travels down Faith’s stomach as she finds her confidence, taking back some control; pushing Faith over onto her side, wedging her hand between her legs with a feverish hunger. She freezes, “I don’t—”

Faith has to remind herself that she’s never done this, not to another woman, but she has touched Faith. “Just do what feels right, B,” she whispers, answers the unspoken question, and suppresses the urge to arch into her touch before she’s ready.

When she finally does, her hands are clumsy, and hesitant, but she’s a girl, after all. She knows what to do — her touch is like fire, and Faith burns with every second of it. Never has anything felt like this, not with anyone else, not in her dreams.

“Holy fuck, B, been dreaming about you touchin’ me for years, but never like this.” God, she’s ruined, and the words slip out before she can filter them. Faith’s only coherent thought is that she better die tomorrow, since nothing else would ever come close to this, and she’d never admit that.

Buffy blushes even more at this revelation, hiding it by pulling Faith in to kiss her; prying her apart with a knee between her thighs.

She tries to reason with her logical side; that with B, it’s different, that she can let herself feel, because this is purely to get out their nerves and to say they did, before what’s likely to be the apocalypse. It’s no different than anyone else; any other time — except… it is. It’s B. The Chosen Two, baby. Her mind’s racing in a million different directions, and god, it’s so hard to even think straight when Buffy’s lips are on hers, and her fingers are inside her.

“B,” she squeaks out as Buffy focuses her lips on her neck, a quiet whine escaping her throat in succession, “Don’t be shy.” For the first time, Buffy listens to her without any hesitation that she might be wrong, after all, how could something wrong feel so good? It isn’t the first time she’s asked herself such a question. “God,” slips from her mouth, loud, and she immediately regrets it. But, hell, what else is she supposed to do when B can make her feel this good?

Buffy nearly stops; she glances toward the door before looking back at her. They’re not alone in this house. She says, “I need you to be quiet, Faith.” She doesn’t want anyone to know.

Faith wants to tease her, make her admit she’s embarrassed about going to bed with a woman, this woman, but, no — anything, anything to make her keep going. “Don’t stop.” Her voice comes out as a mere whisper, a breath. It’s a vulnerable feeling that makes her uncomfortable, but it’s entirely dwarfed by every other sensation.

“Can you do that?”

She nods.

“Tell me you’ll be quiet.”

“I will, I swear, I’ll be quiet, just—” Her brain doesn’t have time to debate the implications of begging her, but she cuts her thought off as she realizes she isn’t speaking softly. She lowers her voice, calculated so her words just reach Buffy’s ears, “Please. Buffy, please.”

Buffy smiles, threads her fingers through Faith’s hair, and kisses across her shoulder, onto her collarbones, finding a quicker pace. It takes all her energy to suppress a moan; she’s always been loud, and the fact that this is Buffy makes it that much harder. Faith wants this to go on forever, so that she can have everything she’s ever wanted from Buffy, but her touch feels so good, so right, that she can’t help but surrender to it.

B looks at her, her own breathing somehow heavier than Faith’s comedown; takes her hands away, and just looks at her, face to face in her own bed. “That… was something,” she says, a pause before each word as if she’s picking them carefully out of a lineup. Something being entirely neutral — up to interpretation. And, yeah, it sure was fuckin’ something. The world’s only now coming back into focus.

“You, uh— you wanna go again?” Faith manages, looking at Buffy, as Buffy looks away, at the wall behind her. It’s all she knows how to ask. She doesn’t know what’s supposed to come next. She doesn’t know what happens tomorrow.

She sighs, still refusing to look anywhere but at Faith. “I just want to sleep, Faith.” She looks exhausted. It’s a loaded statement and they both know it. She wants it to be over. And Faith does too.

“Fine by me.”

“I’m not leaving,” Buffy says, still quiet, her eyes meeting Faith’s. There’s an imaginary line drawn between them in the middle of the bed, and neither of them are willing (or ready) to cross it. She doesn’t reach out to touch her. She doesn’t ask permission to stay; doesn’t remind Faith they’re in her bed, or say another word. It’s a statement of fact. An ultimatum of this night.

It’ll have to be enough.

“Alright.”

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Faith has 6 episodes on ATS. but she only has 1 scene with Lorne, in S4, where she is lying in bed. so he's literally talking to her but she is unconscious. we were robbed of a Faith - Lorne scene! or him reading her aura while she sings!! (we were also robbed of this for Willow btw)

HC: Willow and Faith leave for Sunnydale at the end of 4x15. unfortunately (bad luck? magic? Jasmine evil? Connor weirdness?) Willow's car won't start so they have to spend the night in LA while Angel's car repair guy works on it overnight / normal car repair will start working on it first thing in the morning.

so we would get one more scene with the ATS gang and Faith (and Willow). i like the idea of Willow and Fred dipping out early, to talk about magic. (your choice if it gets gay or not, i say not based on Willow's "I'm seeing somebody" line earlier.) Cordelia and Connor also only stay out briefly.

Willow can sing for Lorne before she leaves. your choice what it's about. Faith will sing too. the setup will be that it will be something badass, very rock and roll, just broke outta jail vibes. or maybe classic rock, like Bohemian Rhapsody.

instead Faith's song will be achingly painfully obvious it's about her pining away for Buffy. Angel will nod knowingly and their sibling-AA-sponsor-mind-walk-bro-buddies vibe will deepen.

but also i just want more Lorne - Faith interaction. we got almost nothing. also i want more Gunn - Faith. i'm sure the Wes - Faith interactions would be interesting too.

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3x21 Graduation Day Part One vs 4x22 Restless

The Mayor: Let me tell you something. Nobody knows what you are. Not even you... [you will] show the world what a powerful girl you are.

Tara: You think you know... what's to come... what you are. You haven't even begun.

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another point in favor of Faith carefully orchestrating her alley introduction to Buffy and the scoobies:

when Faith says: "It's OK, I got it. You're uh Buffy right?"

"uh" UH?? she says uh like she isn't sure? WHAT??

Missing 3x03 ratty motel room scene:

*Faith looks in the mirror*

"Yeah, yeah. So we're in the alley and the vamp is around and Buffy is there and I gotta say hi." *smiles in the mirror* "Hey Buffy!" *frowns*

"No no no, that's too much. Gotta tone it down some."

"It's OK, I got it." *nods to self*

"yeah yeah, that's good." *puts her shoulders back and starts over*

"It's OK, I got it. You're Buffy right?"

*sighs* "No that's still too much. How to make it more casual. Totally casual."

*Faith thinks* *snaps her fingers and starts over again*

"It's OK, I got it. You're uh... Buffy right?"

*grins in the mirror*

"Perfect. Let's see which shirt to wear... oh right, the boob window shirt!"

and so on.

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Plot hole that bothers me: where was Faith in "Helpless"?

Oooh this is such a good one, thank you for asking it. Pretty sure others have talked about this before, here's my attempt:

This is post Amends but pre Bad Girls, so the Faith and Buffy friendship is going pretty good at this point. (Literally we've only had 5 Faith episodes by Helpless, and that's how quickly she and Buffy get to a good place.)

In Helpless Faith is purposefully sent away so she would not interfere with Buffy's birthday Test by Giles. (cruciamentum is an annoyingly long word) I don't think the Watcher's Council thinks much about Faith, if they do at all...

[related - this ask answered by coraniaid is great and includes Post taking Faith out of town for the test at Giles' request. also it gets into how hands off/disorganized The Council is.]

Anyways, Giles has heard Buffy talking about Faith and knows they patrol together. He also knows Faith spent Christmas Eve with Buffy and (mostly) Joyce. So he knows Faith would definitely not stand by while Buffy gets tested. So he sends her out on a silly mission, like gathering a weapon from LA or something like that. He does not tell her that the Test is coming up for Buffy.

More under the cut bc this got really long!

Giles wrongly assumes that Faith is aware that on her 18th birthday a Slayer gets this Test. This is because he wrongly assumes Faith has already been through this herself, bc she is already over 18. In my HC Faith IS over 18 she only seems younger sometimes bc she's emotionally immature. In my HC she is over 18 but she has not had the Test and has never even heard about it.

[if you HATE the idea of Faith being older than 18 by Helpless, then Giles thinks she is over 18 bc he snooped one day while she and Buffy were sparring in the library and he found her wallet and saw her fake ID**. This leads him to believe she is in fact 19 or 20 or 21. So in this slightly divergent timeline Faith is only 17 but she still won't ever have the Test bc she doesn't have a proper Watcher / they don't really care enough about Faith to give her the Test.]

[** MORE FAKE ID thoughts: It honestly makes the most sense that her fake ID would say she's 21 so she can buy liquor bc that's what *ahem* most people did back then. BUT also Faith would not have much trouble getting guys to buy her liquor so maybe she only needs her fake ID to prove she's over 18 so she can get a bank account. BUT it seems weird that she's THAT responsible and she's not just shoving her cash under her mattress...

FAKE ID CONTINUED: Other interesting theories for a fake ID to prove she's over 18 that aren't about liquor or opening a bank account: change her birth name (non cis Faith? she already changed her name TO Faith?? maybe she has her Mom's name and she hates her Mom so she changed it on the fake ID? all valid), get piercings/tattoo (although in the 90s it was very common for under 18s to have these), get a job (only believable if she wasn't already a Slayer), buy a car (maybe an aspirational goal), go parachuting (another goal?). ANYWAYS enough thoughts about fake ID Faith this is turning into a fic prompt with like 10 options...)

MORE AGE THOUGHTS: Sorry one more thing. It seems unlikely that Fatih would be sentenced (for murder 2) to 25 years to life in prison - not jail but prison - for murder without legally being 18. Well just researched that and sadly this isn't true. I thought maybe her going to prison was a point in favor of her being at least 18 by ATS 1x19 Sanctuary but perhaps not. It's unclear. There's a 2000 California Prop 21 that seems relevant, which passed in March 2000 and Sanctuary aired in May 2000. And ofc the carceral system sucks and makes mistakes and Faith might have lied about her age.]

Where were we? Giles thinks that Faith already passed her own Test and knows that Buffy will get one when she (Buffy) turns 18. This leads to some trickery by Giles, bc he wants to hide when Buffy's birthday is from Faith. He shares a fake birthday for Buffy with Faith in a very awkward conversation while they wait for the Scoobies to assemble one day in the library. (Repeating the I Robot You Jane continuity error from S1.)

Faith thinks it's weird bc it seems like Giles is telling her to buy Buffy a birthday gift - which is already weird in itself - - and bonus leads her to wondering if Buffy is telling Giles what gifts she wants Faith to buy her, like a girl might with her Dad Watcher about a boyfriend -- and it's even weirder bc Buffy's birthday is months away. Thankfully the Scoobies arrive, and Giles stops talking about it. But the lingering "queer vibes boyfriend gift buying vibes" nugget has now been planted in Faith's already pretty-gay-for-Buffy mind.

And since i HC Faith as over 18 by Helpless, Faith should have gotten her own Test back in Boston but Diana (her Watcher) did not administer it. Diana had plans to, or plans to somehow avoid giving it / giving Faith a cheat, but then Kakistos came and she became pre-occupied with surviving him. (She sadly did not, as we know.) (Bonus points for the very sad HC of Faith turning 18 on the same day that Diana dies. OR she could turn 18 on a bus by herself during her cross country trip to Sunnydale. Give that girl more angst!!)

Diana never told Faith about the Test so Faith doesn't have any idea Buffy is in danger, even when she learns that Buffy has her 18th birthday coming up. And how does she learn this, despite Giles's attempt to hide it?

When Willow mentions something about Buffy's birthday coming up! Faith is confused bc of the prev Giles birthday talk. Once Xander mentions something as well Faith knows that Giles was lying to her. (This adds to her mistrust of Giles / The Council, not that she needs it.)

Faith resigns herself to the idea that Buffy doesn't want her around for her birthday party, and that is why Giles came up with his awkward birthday talk / lie. (This also reinforces the idea that Giles is very close to Buffy, since he's telling birthday lies for Buffy.) Faith then leans headfirst into her Slayer duties leading up to the week of Helpless, bringing it up to Buffy multiple times so Buffy knows Faith isn't totally wounded annoyed about missing Buffy's birthday.

(I'm not sure how Faith gets to LA for the Giles-weapon-mission. If she drives herself it makes her ATS 1x18 Five by Five bus arrival kinda "look how far she has fallen." If she takes the bus it makes her ATS 1x18 Five by Five bus arrival kinda "oh she knew what to expect at the bus depot bc she'd been here before.")

In LA Faith learns some local stuff (what neighborhoods are dicey, where the fun clubs are) and does indeed find the weapon Giles has sent her to get. She returns after Helpless and is surprised when no one talks much about Buffy's birthday party. When she tries to chat with Buffy about it in a fun casual way - it's clear Buffy doesn't want to discuss it.

And what weapon does Faith bring back to Sunnydale? It's the sword she uses in The Zeppo's first scene! It turns out not to be as important as Giles predicted, but that fits with this plot hole filler.

Faith doesn't find out about Giles drugging her for the Test, bc Buffy is repressing it and no one else ever talks about it again. (I don't agree with the writers' decision about this really terrible thing Giles does, but this filler needs to match on both ends.) This also matches bc if Faith ever did find out about it she would be incensed to the point of shouting and at least shoving Giles, if not more. She def would not shut up about it to Buffy, even if Buffy asks her to not bring it up again. ("How can you trust him B? After what he did to you??")

Anyways, i hope you enjoyed this! It was a lot of fun. Thanks so much for the ask!

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S3 fic idea: a time loop to "fix" how quickly faith goes bad. what if faith was stuck in a time loop and no one else (not even Buffy) was aware of it. what if she keeps looping through S3, and eventually she decides it doesn't matter what she does, she always ends up feeling betrayed and alone, and she always ends up helping the Mayor. (maybe even sometimes inadvertently, i don't know)

so she decides to plunge in head first, bc the more bad she is the further things change and it seems like the loop is both more manageable and shorter.

i know this messes with her going evil in a way that sands off her sharp edges, but i still like the idea.

what if somehow her being evil is the only way to start sharing dreams with Buffy and that is so tantalizing she can't give it up?

throwing this out there, maybe someone else can work on this idea. i might still write it but it's pretty low on the list rn.

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what would happen if late S3 Faith met vamp!Willow? i think Faith wouldn't be interested but then she catches Buffy's reaction to vamp!Willow. (a oooga) then Faith would get aggressive, but can't decide if she would (a) try to kill vamp!Willow, (b) try to kiss vamp!Willow to make Buffy jealous, or (c) get over protective towards Buffy around vamp!Willow, or (d) try to kiss Buffy around vamp!Willow.

also vamp! Willow is not interested in Faith, not like THAT. but vamp!Willow def makes an offhand comment to Faith, similar to Faith's quick observation in 4x16 about Willow and Tara. prob more fun if Buffy is there. she'll be confused and repeat her "did Angel call me a dyke?" face. and then pretend she didn't hear it and repress it.

someone pls write this i would read the shit outta it. free fic prompt.

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every body swapping scene WISHES it were Buffy and Faith in BTVS (4x16 Who Are You)

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thinking about Buffy in 3x17 Enemies. to figure out The Mayor's secret plan Buffy goes undercover as victim to fake Angelus (really Angel) and Faith (now fully evil). [sidenote: Buffy isn't typically great at acting / lying but she does very well here. I'm ignoring this for now.]

like was this the only way? could fake Angelus have figured it out without Buffy's help? was Buffy eager to get tied up by Faith? like I have questions. my HC of the convo as they (Bangel) plan:

ANGEL: so Faith will think i'm Angelus and then i can talk to her and get her to spill what The Mayor's plan is- BUFFY: (interrupts) that won't work, i need to get in there. ANGEL: oh. (pause) OK... what do you want to try? BUFFY: you should tie me up and then Faith can beat me up. ANGEL: uh... you don't wanna brainstorm different options? BUFFY: no Faith needs to think i'm tied up and then hit me. ANGEL: she... needs... to... hit you? (confused) BUFFY: yes! this will work, i'm sure of it. (confident) ANGEL: and you can't hit her back... BUFFY: right, because i'll be pretending to be tied up ANGEL: OK (pause) but i'll be there? (hopeful) BUFFY: yeah, sure whatever. you can be in the room. ANGEL: in case something goes wrong. (confident again) BUFFY: yeah yeah. just be on the other side of the room. we'll use the wall chains at your place. ANGEL: OK (worried) BUFFY: i wonder how much she'll have to beat me up (wistfully) ANGEL: (frowns)

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sometimes a memory hits you really hard. like the memory of singing No Doubt's "Don't Speak" while you're crying alone in your motel dorm room as you mourn the loss of your homo-erotic friendship realize you and your platonic friend are drifting apart.

or maybe it's not a memory. maybe it's just something that happened to my favorite blorbo Faith Lehane.