Regala Electra AKA Obraham Linbama's IDK BFF

I am profoundly tired and relieved at the same time. It is interesting to feel like that.

Sleeping for a week sounds tasty, but I do have work tomorrow. Damn.

It's okay, I'll do the working thing and then I'll have a weekend where I WON'T be stressing out over finishing a fic that took FOUR months to write. Over 9,000 words. I'm just happy I finished the damn thing. I pimp Kidney Punch again because DUDES. It took forever and a day.

And I'm strangely happy with how it turned out. The next part will be so much easier to write. It's just snark, sex, snark, and then some more sex. Making fun of SPN vampires. Seriously, I cannot wait.

One statement, instant hilarity: "Vampires mate for life."

*giggles*

A quick random conversation:

Vampires Mate for Life (And Other Wrong Facts About Vampires)
Rating: PG
Pairings: (Mentions of) Faith/Dean, Angel/Buffy, Buffy/Spike, Angel/Spike, Buffy/Angel/Spike

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"B, seriously, he's fucking pretty as hell but I have no idea why he believes all that crap about vamps," Faith says, stubbing her cigarette into the hotel ashtray.

"At least they know that vampires aren't gothed out and secretly tortured and really want to be good...I can't finish that without you mocking me, right?"

Faith smirks even though Buffy can't see it. "Angel saved a puppy back in the day. I ever tell you that?"

"What?" Buffy's question is weird, like she's not saying it to Faith, but Faith ignores that. She's got something even tastier to tell Buffy.

"Nevermind. Get this, Dean told me that vampires mate for life."

There's silence over the line.

Faith presses her ear closer to the phone. "Dude, I know you got Angel and Spike panting after you. Don't mess with me. Vamps don't mate for life."

Still no answer. Faith lets a minute pass, then says a bit uselessly, "Hello?"

"Hey Faith," a male voice says and Faith knows who it is right away.

"Angel?"

"Um, is there a reason why Buffy's laughing hysterically on her couch?"

There's mature ways to handle this. Faith could think of these ways, but she's angling for the best way to get a reaction out of Angel. "She's upset 'cause I told her the truth."

"Upset?" There's that familar befuddled tone of his. "Faith, she's laughing."

"She's being strong, man," Faith says, infusing her words with a too-solemn tone so that it's clear she's fucking around. "She knows about you and Spike."

"What?"

"You and Spike. That you guys mate for life, being vamps and all. Really, I'm all for you two crazy kids sealing the deal with a commitment ceremony, but you guys really need to stop jerking B around. Unless you're letting her join in."

"Faith, you haven't been reading those vampire novels from drug stores again, right?"

She whistles low and says, "Don't hide from the truth, Angel. It's obvious. He's your soulmate."

"Hilarious," Angel says in that perfect terse way and she has to laugh at it.

"I'll explain what's the what when you get your ass back to the States. You owe me a drink."

"Still upset about that memory spell?"

"Dude," she says, as flippant as possible, "I'm pissed. But there are bars near Stanford where the college crown ain't annoying and maybe you oughtta see your boy. Without the world ending."

Angel makes a noncommital noise and that's good enough for Faith.

"Don't worry, I won't even try to switch out your pig's blood with dead man's blood."

"What?"

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And now I sleep. Leaving Angel so, so confused. Now that's familar.

Title: here, not waiting
Author: Regala Electra
Email: regala_electra@yahoo.com
Pairing: Buffy/Angel (slight Buffy/Spike)
Spoilers: Set after BtVS & AtS Finales
Rating: R
Summary: Wherein not-ghosts pay many visits, Buffy meets a transdimensional being, a treasure hunt of a sort is begun, a horrible metaphor is invoked, and they meet again.
Author’s Notes: Major thanks to netweight for the beta work. You always bring a most wonderful perspective and thanks for pointing out a neat little way to tie up this story. I’d also like to thank elrina753 for pointing out a beautiful place I haven’t had the pleasure of visiting (the Azores). Seriously, someday, I truly need to see it for myself. Thanks to dlgood for offering a prompt a while back which I oddly enough did manage to work in here (five places Buffy never traveled to).
Feedback appreciated.

This story was written for the IRWY Month of Buffy/Angel fic. And it's happy. Angst-free. Heh, I'm not kidding.

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( It begins in Rome and though Buffy should say it’s a terrible thing to happen, to be visited constantly by not-ghosts, she can now say that when she realized what it truly meant, it’s one of the very best things to happen to her. )

Five Times Faith Should’ve Hitchhiked Instead (And One Time It's Better That She Didn't)
Author: Regala Electra
Fandoms: Supernatural & BtVS/AtS
Pairing: Faith/Dean
Rating: PG-13

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( If she has to listen to Sam and Dean bitch about Dean's taste in music one more time )

I actually wrote fic at work. On a computer. Hmm. It's rather naughty doing that.

I'm totally spending this weekend writing like three different fics. Ack. And I am a total loser for not getting Kidney Punch out by Wednesday, like I wanted to. But I will have the next part of Regrets, my Faith fic, out by tomorrow and will be working on my cracktastic Doctor Who/Colbert Report crossover.

In the meantime, I did a Five Things list for Faith.

( Five Noises Faith Loves )

If anyone would like me to do a five things list with a certain character, please feel free to ask. I'm most used to BtVS/AtS, Farscape, SPN, Doctor Who, PotC, Veronica Mars, and HP.

Regrets (A Faith Fic Series) 2/7
Author: Regala Electra
Rating: R Overall
Pairings: Faith/Wood, Faith/Buffy, Faith/Wes, Faith/Others
Spoilers: Set after the BtVS & AtS Series Finales
Series Summary: Faith’s seen The Muppet Movie. She likes to think of herself as a master of moving right along.
Part Two Summary: She had dreamt of Buffy's lips against her forehead, whispering that now the floods have rolled back, she will fight no fires.
Author’s Notes: Series of short ficlets featuring Faith's life post-Chosen. Er, I also am using these fics to set up a context for Faith in the Other Myths That Aren’t True Faith/Dean Crossover Series of Sexy Doom. You do not need to read that series to understand these ficlets, they are mostly BtVS/AtS oriented. Titles to each section are song lyrics, all credited.

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mary, mary, mother full of life
(Mary; Kristin Hoffmann)

Faith still stands at the threshold of Buffy's apartment, even though she's been told to come in. Twice. Shifts from one foot to another, wincing at the new ache deep in her knee. Some fucker had tried bringing her down with a fumbled kick to the knee. ( He’d learned his lesson right quick. )

Broken Antennae (Other Myths About Cemeteries That Aren't True)
Author: Regala Electra
Fandoms: SPN, BtVS/AtS
Pairing: Faith/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: SPN: Pilot, BtVS/AtS: Post-Finales
Summary: Oh yeah, graveyards are a big turn on. Set the week after events in the SPN Pilot.
Author’s Notes: Major thanks go out to femmenerd for a most excellent beta and assisting me in lessening the suck. ;-) Any further mistakes are my own. Major shout out to kataclysmic’s fanmix Pollute My Heart, which served as awesome background music to this fic. Feedback rocks.

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( He figures if there’s any place that won’t turn up answers, it’s the cemetery where they buried Sam’s girlfriend. )

I really have to find my Wesley and Lilah icons

Fic: What That Was
Author: Regala Electra
E-mail: regala_electra@yahoo.com
Pairing: Lilah/Wes
Rating: PG-13
Summary: She watches the bottle crash to the ground, the alcohol spreading, a dark, vibrant stain.
Author's Notes: Written for the_nites_gurl for fandom_charity Hurricane Katrina relief.
Word Count: 515

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She watches the bottle crash to the ground, the alcohol spreading, a dark, vibrant stain. Moving her feet out of the way of the growing spill, she says in a causal, even tone, "Just giving my maid more work to do. You do realize what year that was?"

His eyes are focused and steely, so she's sure he does. He's not quite fresh-shaven, but his clothes are actually clean and he doesn't look like he's been locking women in closets as of late.

"Could have played spin the bottle. We could have done quite a few things," she says, voice sliding into strange playful quality. She wants to believe that it's all a pretense yet it's oddly natural, not a dark thrill like so much of her gloriously wicked life.

The tip of one of her very, very expensive shoes has been completely ruined, touched with the deep red. Well, at least they were last season.

She hasn't looked back down at the shattered glass. He makes his way closer to her and she makes a small 'tsking' sound, as if she is pretending to be disappointed. He doesn't hide his hatred of her games and she rests one hand behind her, on the counter, steadying her stance. Waiting.

She doesn't wait long. His mouth, that damn mouth cut like a slash of pitiful heroic turmoil that makes her want to laugh as his tongue strokes her own, but he yanks back her head, hisses nothing that makes sense in her ear.

There's a tearing and her skirt's now useless. He is burning hot against her, he wants her and this is delirium, madness induced by the body, by the heat and friction and then that the hot burning glide upwards and she bites down on his mouth and stifles something that might have been just too needy.

It is far too close, this dance at that brink of more, and something halts, her body for once doesn't override her pride.

So she pushes him away. This is new for him and whatever has become their - undefined destruction, mutual satisfaction - it is too much of a departure. Something is clearing in his mind, he is thinking.

She can put a stop to that.

"Didn't you swear," she says, adjusting her hardest viper smile as he stares at her, "That this was over, Wes?"

She is so close to triumph, it's better than the wine ruining her perfect hardwood floors, the taste of victory burning in her mouth. He's breaking for her.

And then the light comes back in his eyes, a memory ignites, but not in his mind, in hers.

It is over. And that is not her voice, not his voice, it is something darker, something true.

But then the realization crashes and the horror spills over.

She watches the bottle crash to the ground, the alcohol spreading, a dark, vibrant stain.

If she doesn't look up, she can pretend that Wesley's really there when she says, "Just giving my maid more work to do. You do realize what year that was?"

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On 11th Day of Reg's Improbable and Ridiculous and Completely Insane Ficathon, regala_electra gave to thee -

Eleven drabbles and drabblets featuring BtVS/AtS characters!

Rating: R
Spoilers: Everything from the series finales are fair game.
Author's Notes: Requests are noted. This is what I call the Non-B/A day of my drabbles, and I just realized I have no Angel/Spike in my drabble series. Hmm. This is Not Cool. I shall have to do some Angel/Spike in another 'day,' because hell yes to the A/S. Well, at least there's sex and a little femslash. Mmm.
Feedback: I say to thee, 'hell yes, and it is muchly needed to feed the student stuck in the middle of exam week.'

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Leaving Neverland
(Dawn as The Key)

What if, she thinks, and there's a name on her tongue just begging to be realized. What if, she thought, and if was released, maybe she'd turn around, and there it would be, waiting for her, like always, and she clap hands together, and yes, there would be joy, and peace, and in the end, a sacred silence.

What. If.

She does not believe in such trite things, so when the shadows follow her, when she finds darkness even in the brightest, most tranquil days, she makes a wish for it to end, and it does, in the end, not unlike magic, not unlike power.

If what she thinks is real, then what she believes in is nothing, and either way, she's not going to say it.

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for coppersinger

Homewarming Gift
(request: happy Buffy/Wes)

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for callmesandy

Bedside Manners:
(request: Buffy/Gunn)

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Young Connor Plays It Safe:
(request: Connor)

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The Cheshire Dragon:
(request: Lilah and Spike)

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for stephanierb

Through the Looking Glass:
(request: Wes/Faith)

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for doyle_sb4

Chase the Moon Across the Sky:
(request: Nina)

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for netweight

Fear and Loathing While Slaying:
(request: Buffy/Faith)

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for fb2wendy

Argument #607:
(request: Faith/Spike)

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for eleniangel

When In Rome:
(request: Buffy/Wes)

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for stars91

Contemplation Sans Redemption:
(request: Faith, anyway you [i.e. me] like it)

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Firstly, happy birthday stars91

Nextly, I am having fic-induced trauma. Or drama. Some kind of an ama.

Also, I am angry for my cable box isn't working. Grrrr. I wants more channels that I need. I wants it nowwwww! But I still have regular cable, so yes, will be watching The Daily Show, cuz the pimp daddy himself is on with Jon tonight. Yup. Billy Clinton, yo.

Okay, I have a mad, mad idea. I'm going to write five drabbles in this post. Right now. Whatever happens stays in this post. Feedback if you like, hate, or want to come after me with pitchforks.

No seriously, if you want to poke me with pitchforks give me a heads up. I'm not that fast of a runner, though I do a decent sprint.

the flesh reflects the madness within
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: R

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It's like nails on a chalkboard. Only the nails are long and shredded because he's stopped biting them off and the chalkboard is starved flesh, white and black with dirt. And no chalk scrapes down his flesh as blood rises out of too deep cuts because if he keeps it up, it'll be permanent.

Magic drains here, They make sure of it, but he mutters words and the blood magic works all the same, older and more powerful than anything, anything but-

He doesn't look at their hoods. He knows what waits there.

His flesh is a recording of revenge.

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too good at playing bad
Fandom: BtVS/AtS
Pairing: Faith/Wes
Rating: NC-17

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lies come back to haunt you
Fandom: AtS/BtVS
Pairing: Angel/Spike
Rating: PG13

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are you the female of your species
Fandom: Farscape
Rating: R


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worship you in chocolate
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Rating: NC 17

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The End of the Line, Kiddos.

Okay, so some of them weren’t proper drabbles. And weren’t proper fics at all. But there was porn!

Now I feel all accomplished. So it shall be my mood.

For stars91

When the sword slashed into her face, nearly severing her lips apart, she still managed to kill the demon. Her Watcher didn't commend her, only chided her for her shoddy fighting while she waited, a mess of blood covering her face and shirt.

She managed to heal without going to the hospital. The scar didn't fade away. She wasn't sure if she hated it. Her Watcher told her it was character-building. Days later, she waited too long and watched his neck snap effortlessly. She staked the vamp in thanks.

This is her life.

She cannot believe in a better world.