#spikexfaye

[jetspikepub]

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By 因为我的心是石头做的

[aldreantreuperi]

Summer short & sweet for @bebopcrew

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"Whatcha doing, Faye-Faye?" Ed queried as she scampered over the dunes to where the older woman was using a stick to swiftly write words onto the wet sand before the surf washed up to erase it all away.

Faye glanced at the girl as she paused, stick held slightly aloft, and then looked at the others. Spike sat on the beach nearby with his feet soaking in the salty water, occasionally picking up small pebbles to skip across the surface of the ocean. Jet was stretched out on a sheet they had brought from the ship, Ein dozing at his side while he tanned. Neither seemed to be paying any mind to the girls.

"Writing messages to be washed away." She replied. "You can do it too. Purge out all the sad and the bad and what makes you mad. Release the negativity. It's not healthy to keep stuff bottled up inside... Here at the beach you can just... Let it all go..."

"Hmmm." Ed nodded thoughtfully. "This is true. It isn't good to hold onto things that hurt. Buuuuuuut... Hmmm.... Faye-Faye, are you open to change?"

Faye's brow wrinkled into a frown. She cast another glance at the guys. Jet was snoring in tandem with Ein but Spike was now watching her and Ed. He raised his brows at her as if curious about her answer as well.

Biting her lower lip, Faye decided to be bold. Spike's interest was hardly something to spook her. Rather, it seemed like an opportunity to impart some much-needed wisdom on the fool.

"You have to change in life, kid." She said to Ed. "If you can't adapt then you won't survive. Everything changes and we gotta roll with the punches too."

Ed beamed at her and held out her hands for the stick. "Very good!" She cheered, sounding like a school teacher impressed with a student. "Ed suggests we write good things in the sand instead! Optimistic things! Hopes and dreams! We can put that energy out into the universe so the tide can bring back all the hopes in whatever beautiful form we need."

The teen immediately set to scratching letters into the sand with a giddy laugh. Faye watched with a bemused smile and tried to ignore the butterflies that began to dance in her stomach when Spike rose from his lounge position to stand at her side.

Woolongs

Piyoko

Feast!

Engine parts

Ammo!

Adventure!

Love!

Spike chuckled. "Well, she has some good ideas there. We could use all those things, I'd say."

Blushing, Faye gave him a considering look out of the corner of her eye. "Is that so?"

He flashed her a confident grin. "I know so. Ed, lemme see that stick."

"Yo-kay doe-kay!" She grinned, sized up the space between them, and hurled it at him like a javelin.

"Whoa!" Spike yelped as he snatched the projectile. "Thanks." He told her with sarcasm heavy in his tone.

Ed chortled. She gave a salute before dashing out into the waves to kick at the water as if to send it back out to sea.

Spike looked at Faye again before setting the stick into motion in the sand.

Spike X Faye

[thestarlightsymphony]

Kiddo Faye and Spike dressed up as Maka and Soul for halloween 💖💖

[jetspikecellar]

Happy Valentine's Day😘

[oceanspray5]

I have SUCH an ambitious idea for a Spikefaye AU fic set pre-series during Spike's syndicate years and I really wanna write it but also I dont know if I have the commitment for that kind of project. If I write it would be like a 3 shot max kinda deal when this kind of story could probably be so much longer. But it's a concept I really wish I could explore and wish I wasn't afraid of messing up too.

[earthlostgirl]

Look without seeing

“Two packs of Marlboro.”

The grocery store clerk was ignoring him, his eyes were on Faye, on Faye's ass to be precise, and she was strutting around, aware that she was being watched. Looking for something on a shelf, she had bent over just enough for them to enjoy the spectacle of her shorts.

“Two packs of cigarettes, Marlboro,” he repeated, clearing his throat loudly.

“Huh?” the boy asked without even looking at him.

“Tobacco,” Spike said, waving the hand in front of his eyes.

The cashier turned to the shelf, picked them up, and set the tobacco on the table, at the very moment Faye set the basket full of stuff on the counter.

Faye flashed a mesmerizing smile while handing him the credit card.

Spike stepped back to enjoy the show. One by one, the boy put the groceries into the bags, while Faye flirted and enjoyed herself, leaning against the counter.

“Would you like me to carry your groceries to the car?” asked the clerk when he finished packing all the groceries.

“Okay,” Faye smiled again daintily, falsely and maliciously.

The boy carried a few bags, quite heavy, Faye carried bread under her arm and walked in front of him wiggling her hips, aware of every gesture. He followed her like a lapdog, under her spell.

Spike went out after them, the hands in the pockets, whistling and walking at a slow pace.

When the brat left, after placing all the groceries in the Red Tail, Faye turned around smiling triumphantly and pulled a bottle of extremely expensive whiskey out of her shirt.

“They look at me, but they don't see me,” she said, kissing the bottle. “Idiot.”

“They don't see anyone else,” he replied, pulling the cartons of tobacco out of his jacket.

She flashed a charming expression and high-fived him.

“Anyway, he missed the best part,” Spike said, removing the sunglasses Faye had stolen from the store and wearing them himself.

Faye looked down to hide her blush, despite being fully aware of her good looks, she didn't know how to take the compliments.

“ It is even funnier at poker,” she said, turning around and putting the bottle away with the rest of the groceries. “A little cleavage… a skirt shorter than it should be… and no one looks at my hands.”

“What if someone doesn't fall for your tricks? What if you get caught cheating?” Spike asked, handing her the tobacco, so she could pack it too. “I realized you were cheating me when we first met.”

“Shoot and run,” she shrugged. “Wouldn't be the first time.”

Faye sighed and smiled sadly, it didn't surprise him that she always ended up in trouble. She had learned to survive the hard way, they had woken her up in a wild new world, leaving her to her own fate, with no resources and no tools to adapt in the unknown.

“ Don't move,” Spike suddenly became serious and took a step toward her, slipped his arm around her waist, and placed his hand on the Glock Faye kept in her pants. “Don't look back, look at me.”

“What's wrong?” she asked with a serious expression and stood on guard.

Spike leaned over and with his free hand gently cupped her face and kissed her.

“You're an idiot,” she said as he broke away from her, giving a small shove. “You scared me, asshole.”

“Let's get back to the Bebop,” Spike chuckled as he raised his eyebrows and turned his back on her, walking back to the ship.

Turning on the intercom, he saw through the camera that she was putting on her make-up. She was totally focused, applying her lipstick with exquisite detail.

“That color is hideous,” Spike finally said for the sake of saying something, so she could tell he was looking at her, though he was sure she knew, that she always knew when he was looking at her.

“ Well, you've got it all over your face, sweetheart,” Faye replied without taking her eyes off the mirror as she ran her hands through her hair.

“Touché” Spike laughed, turning on the Swordfish's engine and moving into gear. “Faye?” he asked when they had been flying for over half an hour in absolute silence.

“What?” she kept staring down the road.

“You would marry me?” he asked, his voice laden with irony.

“What? Excuse me?” she looked at him through the camera and burst out laughing. “How can you ask me such things? Do you want me to crash?”

“It's a rhetorical question,” Spike maneuvered to bring the aircraft up to her height.

“Why the hell would you want to get married anyway?” she said, looking at him through the window and grimacing in disbelief.

“Why not? Weddings are fun,” Spike replied, slightly offended.

“Spike, all our friends are dead, it would be the saddest wedding in the universe,” Faye sentenced, shooting him a skeptical look through the phone.

“You're a real romantic, aren't you, Faye?” he commented sarcastically.

“We wouldn't even have witnesses, Spike,” she sighed.

“Ed and Jet?” Spike asked. “Takes two people, doesn't it?”

“Ed's underage, she can't,” Faye tapped her fingertips on the camera screen.

“Then we'll wait until she's older,” he sentenced earnestly but with a mocking look on his face.

“Sure, Spike, whatever you say,” Faye said in a sarcastic tone.

“What a poor sense of humor you have, my dear,” he said, smiling broadly.

“It'll be that you have no clown qualities,” Faye replied.

[writeradamanteve]

Yeah, baby.

Cowboy Bebop looking awesome.

And look at Spike hating on Faye. Still love that dynamic.

[ryukyuan-sunflower]

Controversial Opinion: If you ship Spike and Faye romantically, you also, knowingly or not, ship Mugen and Fuu.

*gasp*

Maybe I'll make a detailed post elaborating on this. *looks off into sunset*