regala_electra: (boys are so fragile by Dawny)
Writing a proper drabble is HARD. My life is full of pain. Pity me. And read this if you'd like!

Friends Don't Let Friends Wear Lederhosen
Fandom: Farscape
Summary: The time where John loses his clothes and replacing said clothes is trickier than you might think.

John is fine with pulling an Animal House )


And because an explanation is necessary, this is totally inspired by watching John Quixote last night. I do believe that this picture says it all )
regala_electra: (hands j/a by Dawny)
Five Names John Didn't Give to His Son (And One Name He Did)
Rating: PG
Pairing: John/Aeryn
Post PK-Wars

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5. Heepbralikrxx.

John tries to say it and Aeryn doesn't quite laugh, but there's a brilliant smile there. "I doubt our child would want to be known as missing his genitals."

4. Talyn.

Not after her father. After Moya's Talyn. Honoring a sacrifice and giving Aeryn another shot at protecting a child. Neither of them suggest it outloud.

3. Bruce Wayne.

"I've heard it before," Aeryn says to him. "It's a strong name."

"Look, we're not calling our son Bruce Wayne. I don't care if Batman is a scientist."

2. Clark Kent.

No child should have to be stuck with that iconic name. Nor Kal-El. There are no Supermen here.

1. Jack.

No legacy. There are shadows enough that will be passed on. John thinks his son must stand up on his own. He will always be a Crichton, but his own kind of Critchton.

0. D'Argo.

Little D.

John starts calling him D'Artagnan when he gets too big for Little D. He explains the Three Muskeeteers to Aeryn.

"But this D'Artagnan was not one of the three, then?"

"No," John says, "he was the young upstart. He's the one that'll carry on and do things right."

Aeryn nods, understanding.

end
regala_electra: (fell from the stars by ignited)
Title: redefining the universe
Author: Regala Electra
E-mail: regala_electra@yahoo.com
Rating: R
Pairing: John/Aeryn
Summary: There will be a light at the end of the tunnel.
Spoilers: Everything up to and after the Season 4 finale
Author's Notes: Originally, this was intended to be considered a sequel to mending horizons when viewed at a slant. But it pretty much spun out of control and became, well, another kind of story. And can I say how very, very happy I was to learn I still had a viable copy left of this story? The final version now all posted and full of dark joy. Feedback is love.

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There will be a light at the end of the tunnel. )
regala_electra: (Default)
Actually posting from 2006. Ghost of Reg's Future.

Putting down links of Farscape fic, completed and finalized from Levaithan.

mending horizons
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: John/Aeryn
Summary: 'The universe cuts like a knife - the directive cannot fail.'
Author's Notes: Set sometime after S4.

Fantasy, In Technicolor
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: John/Aeryn
Summary: Inside and out, we are what we were. (The black and the white, and the red, white, and blue.)
Author's Notes: Set after S4's "Fetal Attraction." For [livejournal.com profile] gatorjen's birthday. Beta'd by [livejournal.com profile] jennem

Five Ways to Finish a Raslak
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Furlow has a drink of raslak to celebrate wormholes.
Author Notes: Five drabbles. 500 words total. Five different realities.

Sepia Girl
Rating: R
Pairing: John/Chiana
Summary: An unrealized reality where things go wrong, but oh-so *right.*
Author Notes: Inspired by a challenge at the farscapefriday weekly
drabble site. Season one spoilers for "Durka Returns" and based on the season four episode "Unrealized Reality."

Frail Edges
Pairing: John/Aeryn
Rating: R
Summary: It'll all be fine as long as everything's stripped away and he doesn't have to feel anymore. Snippets from moments; truth dies.
Author Notes: Spoilers: everything up to I Shrink, Therefore, I Am
regala_electra: (plot bunnies by Smurfy)
Five Drabbles Outlining Perfect Happiness
or Reg's Crazy-Ass Experiment


Author: Regala Electra
E-mail: regala_electra@yahoo.com
Rating (overall): R
Fandoms: BtVS, A:tS, PotC, FS, and The O.C.
Author's Notes: Yes, so scribbling 'how to attain perfect happiness' doesn't always mean you are just being sarcastic. Somehow, because I'm insane, I thought it was very logical to do five drabbles (of course they're all a bit longer than 100 words) in several of the fandoms I've written. And I wrote two threesome fics! Rejoice with me, my friends. Rejoice.

Oh and I totally mess around with so many cliches, it's not enough funny, but actually, it then becomes totally funny.

Psst, [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], there's B/A/S! OMG!!!! *g* And to my fond Farscape buddies, I wrote a Farscape drabble/ficlet too! It's like Christmas, only earlier.

searching for the first taste
Fandom: PotC
Pairing: Jack/Will/Elizabeth
Rating: R
Spoilers: Clearly, set after the movie, sometime in the future

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sometime during the tenth body shot
Fandom: BtVS/A:tS
Pairing: Angel/Buffy/Spike
Rating: R
Spoilers: BtVS S7, A:tS S5

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finding yourself in post-coital bliss
Fandom: The O.C.
Pairings: Ryan/Seth, Seth/Summer
Rating: R
Spoilers: set after events in S1, but no episodes clearly referenced

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broken necks still ringing with the aftereffects
Fandom: A:tS
Pairing: Wesley/Lilah
Rating: R
Spoilers: Set after S5, "Shells"

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waiting for the fairytale to come into focus
Fandom: Farscape
Pairings: John/Aeryn, Chiana/D'Argo
Rating: PG
Spoilers: S4 Finale
Author's Extra Notes: Yes! Miniseries at the end of this year! I shall give myself a Hell Yeah!

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regala_electra: (naughty boy)
Oh thank the gods, the fic is done.

Imagine if John Crichton, ala Farscape, and Buffy Summers, ala Buffy the Vampire Slayer, sat down one night to have a chat.

Yes...just imagine what they would say...

Fic: Alligator Alley
Author: Regala Electra
E-mail: regala_electra@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: BtVS, "Chosen" and Farscape, "Bad Timing"
Summary: A Slayer and an astronaut walk into a bar. Stop me if you've heard this one.
Pairings: John/Aeryn, Buffy/Angel and (minor) Buffy/Spike
Author's Notes: Well, it took me forever to finish, but it's done! Hooray! Originally, this was going to be a 100 word drabble, but nearly 5800 words later, it turned out that no, Buffy and John do have quite a bit to say to each other. It was inspired by a challenge at FarscapeFriday on livejournal, so all props to the birthing of this baby go to them. Oh, and John’s comment about wearing leather is taken from Ben Browder’s comments about acting post-Farscape.
Dedications: First of all, thanks to all who read the early drafts. Shout out to Gator Jen, as she provided me with information on Florida and bars, and while we did argue over what type of beer John would drink, I hope the story makes her smile her ever lovin' J/A OTP shippah heart out. To Nariya, because she's a partner in crime and ever so wonderful. To Jennem because she'll hurt me if I don't mention her (*wink*). Thanks to Leelee because she's adorable! And lastly, thanks to Molly, who now knows the lure of Farscape and is just extremely cool to chat with. Someday our chats shall take over the world.
Feedback: Causes me to smile, grin, and feel all fuzzy.

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So a guy dressed in leather walks into a bar - she stops herself, it's an old one and she's heard it.

Actually, it's blue jeans and an impossibly white t-shirt. Impossible because the air is so thick with cigarette smoke that the heavy gray fog has even managed to color the dull, aged interior. She's sitting underneath a ceiling fan, the breeze somewhat dissipating the smoky air.

Her hair's pulled up, though there are some tendrils loose and sticking uncomfortably to her damp neck, it's aiding her in this dead late summer heat.

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regala_electra: (naughty boy)
Oh. You didn't?

Well...nevermind then.

(Oh, I'm just messing around, [livejournal.com profile] gatorjen)

Based on a dream, told in five parts, a story where wormholes, sex, and gravity collide. And it's kind of longish, but believe me, it's worth it.

Title: mending horizons
Author: Regala Electra
E-mail: regala_electra@yahoo.com
Rating: NC 17
Pairing: John/Aeryn
Warnings: Sex, language, violence
Spoilers: Set after S4 finale "Bad Timing"
Summary: 'The universe cuts like a knife - the directive cannot fail.'
Author's Notes: Told in five parts, a tale of wormholes and the space-time continuum. Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] gatorjen and [livejournal.com profile] nariya for acting as an audience for the first four parts.

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i. gravity

Down the white corridor, there is no one there, she walks silently, with a caution she does not intend. The air is stale - he calls it 'the hospital stench' - she can sense that there is something permanent here. Not death, but dying, has fused to the walls, refusing to ever let go. It is also a place of healing; there is vague intangible hanging cheerlessly in the air, it is discomforting in its quietness but necessary.

It is bathed in brightness, the day outside is hot and sticky, and John had cheerfully told her some of his colorful - and baffling - euphemisms about this kind of weather. She had smiled at him and said something about him and his strange language, making a point of reminding him that even though she's learned English, he still makes no sense.

And he had chuckled and kissed her.

Simple memory - yet her belly, now bulging lightly, warms from the remembrance of that moment.

She passes a window, looks outside and sees the sun blazing recklessly. Blinking, she focuses on the scope of the earth, narrowing her eyes to make out the melting point of the horizon. Opening the window, letting fresh air pour into the invisible gloom, the drapes flow freely, blindingly white like the walls, ceiling, and floor.

The floor is tiled and she makes no noise as she stops. The door's number is emblazoned clearly on coppery metal. It reminds her of Moya and she doesn't knock.

John opens the door, his eyes, the face, the smile, the hair, familiar details that comfort her; it is him, and the despair and solitude, as she walked down the corridor, as she kept herself hidden from the human medics, becomes worth it.

She smiles at him and asks if everything's all right.

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regala_electra: (Default)
Feel a little better. May have cured computer.

So, I offer Farscape fic:

Title: Sepia Girl
E-mail: regala_electra@yahoo.com
Spoilers: S1, Durka Returns
Summary: Things go very wrong, but it's oh-so *right*.
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Based on unrealized reality challenge.

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The food cube tray is strange, alien in her unsteady hands as she walks down the living ship's corridors. A prisoner, a real felon locked away in one of the rooms, arms tied behind back in a strange, complex set of handcuffs with a sharp collar at the neck, blinking little blue lights waits quietly.

She holds her breath as she arrives.

Dangerous cock of the head, the prisoner dimly grins, desperation in dark eyes.

"Amnesty." The request is bent on an undertone, passing just as the tray clacks against the metal of the bars. "Please."

She offers a food cube in her hand, watches with fascination as the handcuffed one takes it, greedily chewing as though it has been the first food tasted in a long time.

"You're a criminal," she says without thinking, a shocked blink as the words fly out of her mouth.

"No," there, that grim smile on gray-toned skin comes back. "I'm not."

She shudders at the earnest pleading in his voice. For an instant, she wants to believe him. She's been stranded somewhere, across the galaxy, and she can't get involved with this stranger.

"What's your name?" She has to ask, simply has to, a name, something to make this stranger less an alien, less a thing, more a person.

The microbes translate it roughly, and she hears the name.

"John. Crichton."

"Ever kill somebody?" Not just scientific curiosity anymore, she's responsible for destroying a command carrier carrying the revered Peacekeeper Ka D'Argo, and now she's on the run from the allied races. She waits patiently for the answer, caught admiring the strange shadowing of Crichton's face as he bends down towards her.

"No. No, I didn't kill anyone. I'm not a murderer. Believe me." The earnestness is finished with a true, rich grin, discomfortingly like *home* to her.

She fleetingly turns her lips upwards in the pantomime of a smile in response.

He asks quietly, voice dropping low, "What's your name?"

To him, it translates as "Chiana." And she then says, voice breaking, "I'm not-from here. I-I'm lost. I just wanted to see the universe."

He slips off the metal handcuffs with ease, revealing that he hasn't been chained at all, merely waiting for a chance to escape, and replies, "I like to explore too." He stares at her, the eyes distant. He taps the temple of his head, voice dropping so low; she has to strain to hear him. "They're going to kill me. Worse than that. Take things from me - you won't let them, right?"

She looks down the corridors, making sure no one else was listening. She hadn't brought her comms when she offered to feed the captive. A steady, fearless look in her eyes, she answers, "No, I won't."

She needs this, for she just wants to believe, it can't be wrong. She too has been forced on this ship, against her will, and she longs for escape.

The metal clinks away with the barest whisper. The tray loudly thuds to the floor, but that cannot be avoided. A hand clamps over her mouth and then he promises, "I'm not a murderer, but we have to escape. Want to have some fun?"

And she nods, wide eyes and he takes off the collar restraint, ready for the Nebari Scorpius when he comes to check back on his prisoner.

Chiana wiggles away for a moment, her blue eyes set towards a new direction. "There's a better way. Pulse pistols."

Crichton smiles and replies, "I'm not a murderer."

"I'm just human," Chiana answers, pushing dark hair away from her pale skin, "when in doubt, find a weapon."

He slowly smiles and a panic briefly, but harshly, seizes in Chiana's heart. "I think we're going to have a good time."

For a moment, Chiana, a human stranded on the other side of the universe is not alone. She takes the gray hand; it feels just like any other, and nods. She's making the right choice.

He whispers plans to her as they make their way to the artillery. Take over the ship, kill Scorpius, offer up the others for amnesty from the Peacekeepers and go everywhere, anywhere, as long as they don't get caught.

Earth is a dead memory to Chiana as Crichton plots journeys and adventures. Crichton is clean and efficient with a weapon; she is ruthless and messy. She wants to say something to him, their skin covered in the dark blood of Scorpius (a brutal kill, but a purposeful one; she feels no guilt), but nothing makes sense.

Later, on another world where the drinks are good and potent and the clubs dizzying and dangerous, she catches a reflection of them: Crichton with his mad dark eyes and white hair, shadows of gray that make him look frozen in age, and Chiana, tanned skin, dark hair nearly black in color, and sad blue eyes, and it's all just so *wrong.*

For an instant, she is a gray girl, a tiny little thing, and Crichton is a blue-eyed, all-American jock that she remembers from a previous life (no, that was never her life).

Crichton leans over to her, hand resting on her thigh, where her pulse pistol is wisely hidden beneath her coat. Gesturing towards the soldiers entering the bar, he whispers, "Want to have some fun?"

She smiles at him. Now, this is perfect, now, this is right.

End.
regala_electra: (beyond  hope)
Go, go [livejournal.com profile] gatorjen, it's your birthday, we gonna party like it's your birthday.

And I wrote you a fic cuz it's your birthday!

Beta'd by [livejournal.com profile] jennem, written by me, and inspired by Farscape, the Best Show, like, Ever. *g*

Happy birthday, have a fantastic day tomorrow.

Fic: Fantasy, in Technicolor
Author: Regala Electra
E-mail: regala_electra@yahoo.com
Rating: R
Summary: Inside and out, we are what we were.
Pairing: John/Aeryn
Warnings: Sexual situations, violence, disturbing imagery.
Author’s Note: For Jen.

(edited to add: Spoilers are for "We're so Screwed: Fetal Attraction")

The black and the white, and the red, white, and blue.

Fantasy, in Technicolor )

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