#spuffaithel

[nikiiwi]

you know what makes me happier than otps? otpolys.

you know what makes me happier than otpolys? otpolys where everyone is allowed to love their partners in different ways. they don’t all have to be romantic or sexual. they all just want to be together no matter what that means.

[nikiiwi]

my ideal spuffaithel:

demiromantic and celibate angel, biromantic demisexual buffy, pansexual spike, pansexual faith.

[buffyboleyn]

Everything Is Now Diamonds! Meme: Spuffaithel for nikii-the-slayerette

[nikiiwi]

me: fuck you. you are the actual worst. you can fuck right off; and you? my whole life is ruined because of you.

*camera pulls back*

*my ot(poly) blinks in confusion*

[nikiiwi]

Okay, but what if...Spuffaithel?

[nikiiwi]

Teasing

I want to do more of these Coffee Shop drabbles and ficlets, actually. Prompt me.

Spike sits back against the wall as he kicks both feet up on the booth seat. It feels like an eternity since he could take a drag while perusing the menu without breaking the law. It feels like longer since Buffy dropped the menu in front of him. 

"Spike, put your feet down," His partner says as he sips his coffee. Buffy always knows Angel will ask for black coffee before receiving his menu. Spike is more of a wild card.

"You gonna make me?" Spike lifts a brow and runs his tongue over his pearly whites. "Bet you'd rather I put them up."

Angel chokes so hard on his coffee that it burns his nose. 

"That's right. Don't bloody well tell me what to do unless you're willing to stand your ground."

Angel's eyes turn dark with lust, but Buffy breaks the tension before he can respond to his antagonizing lover.

"And is there any reason why you guys needed to come in today?" Buffy slaps Spike's ankles and he puts his feet on the ground. He uses the advantage to stroke Angel's ankle with the toe of his boot. 

"Maybe we missed you," Spike says.

"You saw me this morning," Buffy replies. In fact, she made a full pot of coffee for them before she left for work.

"Maybe we missed Faith," Angel offers. He's barely paying attention to the conversation anymore. His phone rests in his hand, providing the perfect distraction from a petty argument.

"You saw her last night," She says. "And you know she doesn't have a shift here today. Maybe you should have just stayed home. The three of you. Alone. Again."

"Is that why you're being a sourpuss!" Spike says, leering at her. He uses one finger to stroke her outer thigh. "Are you feeling a little jealous about last night, luv?"

Buffy grumbles and slaps his hand away. She shouldn't be talking about this at work. Not everyone knows the four of them are together. The general consensus is that two pairs or gay lovers are rooming together. The rumors alone could make it harder for Buffy to deal with coworkers. 

"No, I'm fine. What do you want to eat?"

Spike looks up at her with a gleam in his eye. 

"Shut up."

"Ooh, B's delivering the big blows already? Am I late to the party?" Faith takes off her leather jacket and gives Buffy a soft kiss on the cheek. 

"I'm not talking to you either!" Buffy tries her best not to yell. "Just give me your stupid orders so I can give you your stupid food."

"I want a coffee with-"

"Two creams and no sugars?" Buffy has no idea why they bother to read the orders out anymore. Coffee orders are something they've all managed to memorize, even Spike.

"And a blondie." Faith blows a little kiss and Buffy blanches before she realizes there are blondies on the menu today. Stupid baked goods. 

"Spike give me an order already."

Spike opens his mouth and Angel kicks him before he can say anything too rude. He sighs. "I guess a bloody bagel. Oh, and bacon. Oh, and a cuppa'."

She rolls her eyes and leaves to put in their orders. Spike uses the shelter of the booth to play footsie with Angel while stroking the small of Faith's back. He's playing with three versions of fire. Buffy is already irritated, Faith is insatiable once she starts, and Angel looks as if he's just dying for an excuse to punish the blond. 

Buffy leans over the table after filling it with everything they've requested. "First one to finish their meal meets me in the bathroom," she manages to drop her voice a few decibels lower. "I'm not wearing panties."

She saunters away as her partners scramble over their brunch.

[nikiiwi]

Rotation

Spuffaithel Holiday Drabbles: Valentine's Day

"So basically we all messed up on the gift giving?" Buffy's hand twists around the engraved knife she had picked up for Faith. Maybe she should have anticipated knives having ugly memories attached. But Faith had loved the last one so much. 

"It's not a big deal, B. We'll figure it out," Faith squeezes Buffy's hand, but she pulls it away sharply. She isn't a child, they don't have to coddle her when things go wrong.

"I, for one, spent twenty quid on that bloody trinket. I'd rather it not be wasted," Spike points to the jewel-encrusted cross sitting in a velvet box. Buffy already had a cross hanging from a chain around her neck. It has been nearly a year since the four of them came together and he is still competing with his grandsire.

"Well, since you invested so much." Angel scoffs. Buffy wonders how much he spent on her cross. His brow furrows as his fingers tap against the shiny new iPod that was supposed to go to Spike. Leave it to Spike to purchase one the day before Valentine's out of pure spite. He had sneaked around somehow and figured it out, Angel knows. But no one at the table believes him. "What do we do now?"

Faith looks down at the sexy coupon book. No one else would have gotten Angel this. She feels like an idiot. Again. Except Spike is eyeing the book with his scarred eyebrow held high. "Catch," she tells the bleach-blond vampire.

Spike slides Buffy's necklace across to his brunette lover. She smirks. Angel immediately gets the hint and gives Buffy the iPod. "You might want to replace the music I pre-loaded." Spike looks guilty for a moment, but it passes.

Buffy bites her lip. This knife is for Faith. What are these three playing at? There is no rhyme or reason in anything they do anymore. Is this really how everything is supposed to be? Life with so many was complicated in ways she never considered. She sniffs. Faith gives her hand another squeeze, Spike kisses her forehead. Buffy hands Angel the knife before sharing kisses with her three loves. She figures they will find their reason in time. She's a little sick of destiny, anyway.

[nikiiwi]

chosen souls - a mix for spuffaithel

[listen here] || [cover credit]

empires - lamya || radioactive - marina and the diamonds || damn these vampires - the mountain goats || shame’s a bitter game - tiff randol || what you know - two door cinema club || oh my lover - pj harvey || save me - aimee mann || you and your friend - snake river conspiracy || distance - christina perri || cactus tree - joni mitchell || young folks - peter bjorn and john || midnight city - m83 || doin’ it right (feat. panda bear) - daft punk ||

original cover (edit by me)