Ramblings and Wafflings

Blast to the past - in the Monkey Island universe.

laura_jeriibebii_waikaga@hotmail.co.uk — Tue, 06 Jan 2009 20:51:08 GMT

Title: Family Life.
Fandom: Monkey Island.
Characters: Iago LaGrande (OC), Maria LaGrande (OC).
Rating: PG.
Word Count: 393.
Summary: Maria has an exhausting time with her son, Largo, but doesn't have a much better time with her husband, Iago.
Disclaimer: Although Iago and Maria are mine, Largo LaGrande, Marco Largo LaGrande and the Monkey Island series all belong to Lucasarts.

Maria stumbled back to her bedroom, having to grope her way through the darkness. She was exhausted, and felt that she could’ve easily just curled up on the floor in the hallway and dozed off. As she got back into the small bedroom she noticed with some relief that her husband, Iago, had lit the candle next to their bed. “Thanks.”

“Have you quietened him down?” Iago muttered grumpily as his wife got back into bed. Their newborn baby, Largo, had been crying for hours, despite his mother’s desperate attempts to calm him down. Iago had found it completely impossible to fall asleep over the noise.

“I did,” she sighed, “it’s not his fault, he was just hungry.”

Iago rolled over to face her, “I can’t listen to that damn noise all the time, I need my sleep.”

“I need it too!” Maria’s nerves were already short with the lack of sleep, she normally wouldn’t snap at her husband, but she just couldn’t help herself
.
“You’re his mom; this is what you’re supposed to do.” His expression softened slightly, and he ran a rough hand through her brown hair, “don’t worry, Maria, I’m sure it’ll get better.”

Maria smiled; she had expected Iago to react badly to her snapping at him and felt physically relieved he hadn’t. “I hope so. Largo’s difficult, but it can’t last forever. Don’t think I’ll be having anymore, though.”

“We’ll see,” Iago chuckled. “Oh, I thought I’d say, anyway, my dad’s going to be visiting in a week or so, he wants to see Largo.”

“Oh, that’s...great.” Maria could barely reign in the frustration in her voice. She hated her father-in-law, Marco, an aggressive man, who’d let her know already that he thought his son had made a mistake with her. She and Iago had had a horrible argument when he had insisted on giving their son Marco’s middle name but, as always, Maria had been forced to back down, although she still felt bitter about it.

“Maria,” Iago sighed, “just try and get along with him.”

“I do, but you know he doesn’t like me.”

“You don’t try hard enough.” Iago yawned loudly, rolling onto his back and trying to get comfortable, “anyway, he’ll be happy about Largo, he wanted a grandson.”

“I suppose,” she placed a hand on his bare chest. “I’ll try my best.”

“Good girl.”

I haven't posted a fic since October 6th, damn.

laura_jeriibebii_waikaga@hotmail.co.uk — Mon, 05 Jan 2009 20:07:18 GMT

Title: All That Matters.
Fandom: Monkey Island.
Characters: LeChuck, Minnie Goodsoup.
Rating: G.
Word Count: 620.
Prompt: 024 - Soon.
Summary: LeChuck proposes to Minnie.
Disclaimer: LeChuck, Minnie Goodsoup and Monkey Island all belong to Lucasarts.

Minnie sat up suddenly when she heard her door opening. She knew it wasn’t going to be her mother or father, they’d explicitly said they wouldn’t be back until the night, but was still surprised when LeChuck stepped into the room.

“LeChuck? What are you doing here?”

The pirate took a few glances at the room, unconsciously eyeing the pricier things in the room. “Can’t I visit ye?”

“Of course you can,” Minnie smiled, “you’ve just never been to my home before.”

LeChuck took off his hat and sat down at the end of Minnie’s bed. “It was lonely at the inn, I wanted to see ye.”

Minnie’s smile grew wider at knowing he had genuinely wanted to see her, he’d made little effort to see her in the last few days, and it had worried her. “You can see me anytime you want, LeChuck,” she patted the bed, urging him to sit next to her.

LeChuck returned her smile before moving up the bed and lying next to her. She blushed slightly and lay down as well, propping her head up with some of her pillows. “’ave ye talked to yer mother about us?”

“She doesn’t approve, she says that I’m above you.”

LeChuck frowned; wondering if killing her mother would be the easier option. “And what do ye think?”

Minnie rolled onto her side and looked him in the eyes. “I think you’re perfect for me.”

The couple embraced each other and shared a passionate kiss. LeChuck stroked Minnie’s hair slowly as they kissed and she blushed again, feeling childish about how easily she flushed.
As they separated, he kept his hand in her hair, stroking her forehead with his thumb. “There’s something I want to ask ye, Minnie.”

“What is it?”

“I want ye to be my wife.” He said the words so bluntly that Minnie wondered whether she’d heard him right. The pirate leaned in to kiss her again but she jumped up, a hand over her mouth in shock.

“Really?”

LeChuck sat up as well, studying her face to see if her shock was positive or negative. “I mean it, Minnie.”

“Oh, LeChuck!” Minnie pulled him into another kiss. She could feel her eyes beginning to water and, at that moment, she was happier than she’d ever been in her life. She didn’t care what her parents thought, what her friends thought or what anyone in the world thought, as far as she was concerned her and her love were all that mattered. Her mind had already begun speeding toward the future; the wedding, their first days together, their future children...
“So ye are happy, then?” The pirate said as he broke the kiss.

“More than I’ve ever been.”

“Good.” LeChuck got up from the bed and put his hat back on.

“Are you leaving?” Minnie frowned; she was excited and wanted to spend the rest of the day with her new fiancé.

“Ye want me to stay ‘ere?”

“Well, yes, I do,” the young woman giggled slightly, “I mean, my parents won’t be back until tonight and we’ve just got engaged. I’d like you to stay with me; you don’t have anything else to do, do you?”

“No, I can stay with ye.” LeChuck lay back down on the bed, placing his hands behind his head. Minnie lay next to him and placed her head on his chest, letting out a content murmur as she did. “What will yer mother say?” the pirate snickered.

“I don’t care what she says.” Minnie said sternly, “I’m going to be your wife, that’s all I care about.”

“Wife of the greatest pirate in the Caribbean,” LeChuck laughed.

Minnie laughed too, secretly very enthusiastic about claiming that title.

Merry Bloody Christmas

laura_jeriibebii_waikaga@hotmail.co.uk — Mon, 22 Dec 2008 20:23:31 GMT

- Hey, whoever you may be, if your brat decides to leave an unfinished ice cream on a shelf, how about telling somebody about it? If you left the ice cream, and you aren't a child, fuck you, you tramp.

- Hey, Paul (manager), I know you already screw your employees, so professionalism isn't your strong suit, but, god, really? Insulting one of my friends to another of my friends, taking someone off the till just so you can have some guy chat with them, having moods with employees for no reason - go, jump, now.

- I've been on the till today for seven fucking hours. I have literally only left this till for breaks and lunch because the shop has been SO BUSY that I have been incapable of leaving the till. All I have done all day is serve people, one after the other, with no breathing space. So, when you come in, for the fucking piss easy three hour shift at night when there are barely any damn customers - how about you actually get behind the damn till and let me wander? Stop ringing me when there's only one customer in the queue and do your fucking job.

- Ah, I see the only temp you're keeping on permanently after Christmas is Gareth. The one who goes to college, has other commitments, is a medicore worker and is going to ditch out the second he has something else to do. Wow, well fucking done. I'm going to take a shot in the dark and say that it's because he's sixteen, so he's on the lowest wage, yes, they are that tightarsed.

God. My day sucked.

Oh, youtube.

laura_jeriibebii_waikaga@hotmail.co.uk — Wed, 19 Nov 2008 21:15:03 GMT

I like cartoon films, and I am British. How about some British cartoon films? Why? Because I love you. Go under the cut to find the links.

When the Wind Blows
Story: WWWII is approaching, and an elderly couple living in the English countryside are preparing for the first attack. Although the wife isn't particularly interested, the husband has gathered old WWII pamphlets, so they can build a shelter in their house for when the bomb drops. Neither of them are prepared, however, for the fall-out of a nuclear attack.
Seriously, I love this film, it's great, go watch it!
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8

Watership Down
Story: Most of you should know this one. Based on the book of the same name, by Richard Adams, the film follows a group of rabbits who leave their warren (when one of them has a vision of approaching danger) and go on a long journey to find a safe home. This is one my favourite films, and I used to watch it all the time when I was a kid.
Part 1
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Part 9
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Plague Dogs
Story: This is also based on a novel by Richard Adams. It follows two dogs who escape from an animal testing lab and try to find a safe home. However, they are being hunted down by the people from the lab with suspicions that the dogs are carrying anthrax. I warn you, although this isn't an adult film, it is a little hard going at times, moreso than Watership Down. If you're a really big animal lover, parts of this will depress you. However, it is a good film and worth watching.
Part 1
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Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
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The BFG
Story: Based on the book by Roald Dahl, this is about a little orphan called Sophie, who one night sees a giant outside of the orphanage she lives in. The giant, called the BFG (Big Friendly Giant), takes her back to his world where he lives with other giants. Unlike the BFG, however, all the other giants are evil and eat children. Sophie and the BFG decide that to make a plan to defeat the evil giants.
Part 1
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Part 9
Part 10

The Princess and The Goblin
Story: Very simple. The goblins, who live underground, wish to emerge and defeat the sun-dwellers (humans) and rule their world. Meanwhile, a love blossoms between a boy and the young princess. This is a strange film, but is worth watching if you're a fan of Rik Mayall, who here voices the Goblin ruler, Frogslip.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
Part 11
Part 12
Part 13

Part 2 coming soon.

Hey, lookie loo, an original fic!

laura_jeriibebii_waikaga@hotmail.co.uk — Mon, 06 Oct 2008 17:52:32 GMT

Title: For Certain.
Rating: PG.
Characters: Captain Rutter, Meg.
Description: Just a brief scene where Rutter speaks to Meg in his cabin and wonders if she has used any of her skills to help him.
Note From Me: This is kind of experimenting. Rutter is a character I've had in my head for years (although he has had lots of different names, none certain, and Rutter is just the newest name) and Meg is a character influenced by my friend. Rutter has been paired for years with another lady - she also switches names a lot, but most commonly is Katrina. She won't appear in these stories, though. I'm planning on writing a longer story with these characters, so am just writing little bits to get to know them.

Rutter didn’t see Meg when he first walked into his quarters; she was sat on the floor with her dull brown petticoat pulled up a few inches above her ankle. She was hunched over several pieces of paper, covered with various strange patterns and scribbles drawn carefully with black crayon. When she had first stayed on his ship, only a year ago, Rutter had noticed her enthusiasm for drawing and would ask her curiously the meaning of the patterns she was drawing. Met with only vague answers, Rutter had long since given up asking, assuming that it was something only a mind like hers could understand.

He made his way over to his bed and, moving away the coif Meg had left there, he sat down and watched her draw intently for a moment. “I hope you aren’t becoming bored of this ship,” he said, “I know there hasn’t been much to do.”

“That should change.” Meg stated, prompting a look of confusion from Rutter. She lifted her head and met his eyes, a small smile forming on her face.

“You know for certain?”

“No, but I’d like for people to think that I’m always certain.”

Rutter stood up slowly from the bed and, taking a few steps toward her, ran a rough hand through her dark hair. “I’d like for people to think that too.”

Meg stood up, stepping on several used pieces of paper. “Are the crew still restless?”

“Yes,” he sighed, “they’re bored and getting hungry, I was expecting it.” He laid a hand on the side of her face suddenly, his eyes narrowing, “have you attempted to speak to someone?”

“A spirit, you mean,” Meg turned her head away slightly, “it’s not as easy as you think. I couldn’t force anyone to speak, even if I was stronger.”

Rutter snatched his hand away and turned away from her, his fists clenching slightly.

“Don’t be mad, Captain.” Meg took his hand in hers, unclenching his fist and slipping her fingers through his. “You know I’m not trying to disappoint you, if I could do this then I would.”

His shoulders slumped slightly, but when he spoke the tone of anger in his voice was clear. “Try harder next time.”

“I’ll try,” Meg muttered, defeated. She squeezed his hand gently but he didn’t respond. “It’s getting late, do you think you should sleep? It has been a hard day for you.”

“I should,” he replied, his voice softer. “Will you be joining me?”

She chuckled, “there isn’t much else to do, is there?”

Fanfic 100 fic a.k.a OMG I actually wrote something!

laura_jeriibebii_waikaga@hotmail.co.uk — Mon, 11 Aug 2008 20:14:15 GMT

Title: Deception Among Enemies (Part 1).
Fandom: Pirates of Dark Water.
Characters: Tula, Bloth and Solia.
Prompt: 086 - Choices.
Word Count: 1,318.
Rating: PG
Summary: Solia is captured and taken prisoner on the Maelstrom. Tula has to find a way to help her escape before she is harmed by Bloth or any other sadistic crewmember.
Disclaimer: PODW belongs to AOL-Time-Warner.

The commotion on the deck woke Tula up from a light sleep. She’d been exhausted and was less than pleased at being dragged out of her nap. At first, she assumed some members of the crew were fighting but, as she listened closer, she realised that they were bringing something onto the ship.

Getting up from the bed, she ran her hands through her hair and tried to smooth some of the wrinkles out of her clothes. Satisfied that she didn’t look as dishevelled and exhausted as before she came to her room, she made her way onto the deck.

***

The whole crew, including Bloth, were standing in a half-circle around Konk and a prisoner he had brought aboard – a young woman with brown hair and dark eyes. She was kneeling, and her head was bowed, but her downcast eyes showed little emotion. Tula’s eyes went wide when she recognised the woman as Solia.

“She knows where one of the treasures is, my lord.” Konk informed his captain enthusiastically, hoping to be rewarded for his catch. Konk hadn’t seemed all that interested in Solia after their first meeting, so Tula could only assume he’d actually crossed her accidentally and saw a quick opportunity.

“Does she now?” Bloth raised an eyebrow, “and where does she say it is?”

“Well...” Konk faltered, glaring at the woman, “she won’t say.”

“I see.” Bloth stepped forward and grabbed the woman by her arm, yanking her onto her feet. “Is this true? You don’t want to tell us where the treasure is?”

“No.”

“Well, we’ll just have to find a way to deal with her insolence, won’t we?” Bloth smiled at his crew who cheered in response.

“Oh, and how are you going to do that?” Solia snapped defiantly, glaring at the massive captain.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Bloth rubbed his chin with his hand, still holding Solia’s arm with the other, “maybe a few beatings? The whip? Something that’ll loosen her tongue...I will have to think about this for a while.” Bloth gestured for two of his crew members to step towards him. When they did, he flung the woman backwards towards them and they both jumped forward to catch her. “Put her in a cell for now.”

Bloth turned away from the prisoner, planning to head back to his quarters. As he did, he spotted Tula standing nearby and stopped short. “I thought you were going to sleep?”

“Hard to sleep with so much noise,” Tula replied sharply. “What are you going to do with the prisoner?”

“The wench,” the pirate lord smirked, “I’m not sure. She seems very strong but I doubt it’s little more than an image; I will break right through it. A few beatings are all it will take.”

“Not for a while, though?”

“What do you mean?” Bloth placed his hands on his hips, his eyes narrowing suspiciously at Tula. He had recently become wary of listening to Tula when it came to prisoners; he thought she was far too soft.

“Well,” Tula hesitated, watching Solia being dragged off, though fighting every step of the way, toward the cells, “you said you needed time to think.”

Bloth shrugged his broad shoulders. “I don’t really think I need to. I don’t want that stubborn wench on my ship – a few encounters with the whip and a visit to the constrictus and this headache will be done with.”

Tula bit her lip, she didn’t want to see Solia hurt but wasn’t sure how to convince Bloth not to do anything to her. “Well...why don’t you take some time to think about it? Maybe not do anything to her for a while?”

“Why not?”

“She expects it,” Tula said quickly, “she’s expecting you to hurt her soon and she’ll have time to make herself ready for it. If you wait, she won’t be sure and it’ll start to break her down, not knowing when you’re coming.”

Bloth paused and stared curiously at Tula for a few moments while she held her breath. “I like the way you think, Tula,” Bloth suddenly smiled and Tula had to suppress a sigh of relief, “I’ll only leave her alone a day or two, though, there’s no need for her to become comfortable here.”

“Agreed.”

***

That night, Tula was creeping towards the cells where the prisoner had been taken. Most of the crew were sleeping and only a few of the others, assigned to keep watch that night, were wandering around the ship. Tula had so far managed to sneak away unnoticed and hadn’t caught the attention of anyone.

The man guarding the prisoner, a tall man with pale skin and light hair, had been dozing slightly but suddenly took a more alert stance when he saw Tula approaching. “What do you want, lass?”

“Bloth sent me to see the prisoner.” Tula said in the sternest way she could, she was, after all, of a higher rank than him.

“Really?” the guard looked confused, “why didn’t he come down himself?”

“He wanted to sleep,” Tula shrugged, “it’s been a long day.”

“And he sent you?”

“Look,” Tula sighed, “I could easily just go back to the deck, wake Bloth up and tell him that he is not permitted to sleep because someone is questioning his orders.” The young woman smirked and folded her arms, “it’s your choice.”

The guard immediately changed his tone. “No, no, lass, it’s fine, go right in.”

Tula strutted past him as the guard muttered curses under his breath. The cell was quite large but, as it was night, the darkness completely enveloped the whole room. The prison part of the ship was always the darkest and coldest – granted, why would Bloth take on the extra expense just to house his enemies?

Despite the darkness, it was quite easy to spot Solia; she was pacing frantically like a wild animal in a small cage.

“Solia?” Tula asked gently.

The familiar voice snapped the girl out of her trance and she stood up straight, her eyes narrowed. “What do you want?”

Tula looked around nervously, the guard was still very close outside and she couldn’t risk him hearing her. She took a few steps closer to Solia, dropping her voice to a whisper, “listen, Solia, I’m not your enemy. I want to help you.”

Solia snorted, “Why should I trust you?”

“You’ve already met me; you know that I’d never betray Ren or your brother.”

“Maybe that was just because the offer wasn’t good enough then.”

Tula gritted her teeth but knew that losing her temper wouldn’t help the situation. “I swear to you, Solia, I’m on your side.”

Solia turned her back on the young woman and sat down on the cold cell floor. “Don’t waste your time, Tula.”

Tula sighed and, deciding the conversation was going nowhere, left the cell. Maybe Solia just needed the time to calm down before she’d listen, she concluded. The guard slammed the huge barred door closed as she walked out.

“Much luck with the prisoner?” The guard said smugly, noticing Tula’s dreary face.

Tula glared and walked back toward the deck of the ship, her shoulders slumped.

The guard chuckled and turned towards the prisoner, “I hope you aren’t expecting her to help you.”

“I’m not,” Solia spat. She paused for a moment, a frown forming on her face, before taking a confident step forward and wrapping her hands around the cell bars. “Hey, how about we make a deal?”

“A deal?” the guard repeated sceptically.

“Yeah, you see, I’ve been looking for treasure.”

“Treasure? Where?”

Solia hesitated for a second before she replied, “...Stalagor, there’s treasure on Stalagor.”
“Stalagor?” The guard snorted and turned his back on her, “there’s no treasure on Stalagor, the dark water got that island months ago.”

“Well...there’s...”

“Give it up, wench.”

Solia growled, storming away from the cell door and back into the darkness.

Will actually try not to take a lifetime to write part 2.

Monkey Island, rah.

laura_jeriibebii_waikaga@hotmail.co.uk — Tue, 01 Apr 2008 19:46:45 GMT

Title: Won't Be A Fool.
Fandom: Monkey Island.
Characters: LeChuck, Minnie Goodsoup.
Rating: PG.
Word Count: 365.
Prompt: 02 - Anger.
Summary: LeChuck angrily confronts Minnie when he sees her with another man.
Disclaimer: LeChuck, Minnie Goodsoup and Monkey Island belong to Lucasarts.

LeChuck narrowed his dark eyes at the young woman. “Who were ye with?”

“I don’t understand,” Minnie took a step towards the pirate, “who do you mean?”

“I mean a man!” LeChuck snapped, grabbing her by the arm. “Ye were with another man!”

“No, no, it’s not what you think!” Minnie, starting to panic, stepped right up to LeChuck. Her eyes were beginning to water, and her vision became slightly fuzzy.

“Ye explain then, lass,” The pirate loosened his grip on her arm. “I ‘ear that ye were with another man, this be true or not?”

“I was with a man.” LeChuck growled but Minnie continued quickly, “but he was just a friend, I talked to him and that’s all.”

“Ye did nothin’ else?”

“Nothing at all,” LeChuck let go of her arm and she took this opportunity to wrap her arms around him. “I only love you.”

LeChuck didn’t hug her back. “’ow do I know ye ain’t lyin’?”

Minnie breathed slowly; she desperately wanted to resolve the situation. “I love you, I couldn’t possibly care for anyone the way I care for you.”

“It wouldn’t ‘ave to be love,” the pirate said, though Minnie didn’t entirely understand what he meant. “I don’t know what to do with ye, Minnie.”

“You’ll still marry me, won’t you?” Minnie asked, revealing something she worried about every time she argued with LeChuck.

LeChuck paused, pondering what she had asked. He wondered if he’d overreacted, after all, he needed to be with her otherwise he wouldn’t have a chance of getting the Goodsoup diamond. He’d tried to be as calm as possible, but the idea of people thinking that his woman was having an affair, that he was the type of man who couldn’t keep a woman – it had sent him into a rage. He sighed, trying to fight his angry feelings, and wrapped his arms around Minnie. “Of course I’ll marry ye, silly lass, I love ye.”

Minnie beamed, laying her head against his chest. “It’s only a few days until our wedding now.”

“Aye, it is,” LeChuck stroked her hair slowly; his mind wandering away as he mentally ran through his plans for their wedding rehearsal.

Ficalage

laura_jeriibebii_waikaga@hotmail.co.uk — Mon, 24 Mar 2008 20:29:47 GMT

Title: Pleasure And Pain.
Fandom: Pirates of Dark Water.
Characters: Tula/Bloth.
Prompt: 011 - Red.
Word Count: 600.
Rating: NC-17 (Sexual Content).
Summary: An uncomfortable Tula has to be intimate with Bloth.

“I would prefer a little enthusiasm on your part, my dear.” Bloth spoke in a sickeningly sweet tone, addressing the naked Tula.

The woman sat on top of the pirate, her position and expression reading more like she was just sitting on a chair, as opposed to having sex with him. “I’m just tired, Bloth.”

“I don’t care, Tula.” Bloth placed his large hands on her hips and forced himself deeper into her, causing her to shudder. He’d expected that allowing her this much freedom would make it more difficult but he’d become sick of the same position – having to hold her down, particularly, had become dull to him.

Tula was frustrated and could feel rage building up inside of her but knew, that even in the vulnerable position Bloth was in, there really wasn’t anything she could do to him. Biting her lip to keep from growling, she gently rocked her hips back and forth, holding her head down so she couldn’t look Bloth in the eye.

The pirate lord groaned slightly, and Tula cringed. “That’s better.”

Tula held herself completely upright, trying to keep as little contact with him as she could. The position she was in actually felt quite nice on a purely physical level, however, Tula refused to show that she felt pleasure in anyway and hated herself for feeling it.

“Do you think that you could do this faster?” Bloth sounded slightly frustrated, it felt good but he wanted, and needed, more from her.

Tula sighed but did as she was asked, grinding herself harder against him. He responded by grabbing both of her breasts and squeezing them with his rough hands. Tula moaned slightly but her face flushed red when she realised she had.

Bloth smirked. “Do you like that, wench?” His hands moved back to her hips, seizing them and forcing her to rock harder against him.

“No. I don’t think you’re as good as you think you are, Bloth.” Tula smirked in return.
“Really?” Bloth narrowed his eyes but the smirk didn’t leave his face. “That sound you made indicated something different.”

Tula’s face flushed red again and she stopped moving her hips.

“I was nearly finished,” Bloth snarled, “move, now.”

His eyes became intense and Tula recoiled slightly. Still, she bit her lip and started to lift herself gently up and down on him, feeling far more embarrassed than she had before.

The pirate lord let out a deep moan, bucking his hips against her. “Faster, Tula,” he growled, breathing heavily.

Tula started to move herself faster, happy that it was going to be over soon. When she heard his breathing becoming louder and heavier, she started to grind herself harder against him, encouraging him to finish. As he continued to groan, she put her hands on his chest and raked her nails down his body. The cuts became red and started to bleed but, if anything, Bloth actually seemed to become more excited by the pain.

Bloth’s body trembled and, letting out one last loud groan, he came inside her. He lay still for a few moments, breathing heavily, before sitting up and pushing Tula off of him. “Go clean yourself up.”

Tula glared and grit her teeth but ultimately decided it wasn’t worth arguing with him. She collected up her scattered clothes and walked toward her own separate room. “Your blood is red,” she muttered as she was walking away.

“Yes, it is. What colour did you expect it to be?”

“I don’t know, black, maybe?” She shot him one last dirty look before she left the room.

Title: Inside Of Her.
Fandom: Pirates of Dark Water.
Characters: Tula.
Prompt: 085 - She.
Word Count: 335.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Tula has felt ill and wonders why.

Tula stumbled into her room, holding her head with both hands and groaning with frustration at how ill she felt. She felt sick to her stomach and, although she hadn’t thrown up, constantly felt vomit rising in her throat.

She managed to drag herself to her bed and, crawling under the thin sheets; she pulled her knees to her chest and breathed heavily. Aside from the sickness in her stomach, she felt generally uncomfortable in herself and no amount of tossing and turning could make the uncomfortable feeling go away.

What’s made me feel like this?

Tula sighed and tried to jog her memory to what could’ve possibly upset her stomach. She believed the culprit was most likely spoiled food – something that had already been a problem for her on the ship. Though, she had to admit, it hadn’t hit her quite as hard then as it had this time.

Noy jitat.

It wasn’t just her stomach that was making her uncomfortable. She’d had a sore back from having to haul random things around the deck and there was some bruising on her arms and legs that had been inflicted on her by Bloth, a result of his lust, not his anger. She hadn’t been as obedient to him as she had previously but Bloth hadn’t confronted her about it, seemingly preferring to treat her roughly during their time alone as punishment.

I couldn’t be...

A thought struck her – could she be pregnant? The idea hadn’t actually come to her until this moment but it seemed like it could be a possibility. She’d been sick for a few days, she’d felt strange in her stomach, not to mention the time she’d spent with Bloth – it definitely wasn’t out of the question.

No.

Tula shook her head, refusing to believe the problem was anything but bad food. She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling, trying to hold back tears while she kept repeating to herself that she was just ill and nothing else.

Title: Pirate Lord.
Fandom: Pirates of Dark Water.
Characters: Tula/Bloth.
Prompt: 084 - He.
Word Count: 526.
Rating: PG.
Summary: A small scene that focuses on Bloth, as he lies awake by Tula one night.

Bloth rolled onto his side, the bed under him creaking under his weight. He was now facing Tula, sleeping next to him with an uncomfortable look on her face. She’d pulled the blankets tightly around her, right up to her head, but her expression made it obvious that she was still cold. She would probably have been warmer if she lay closer to Bloth but, unsurprisingly to him, she purposely lay as far away from him as she could.

Foolish wench.

He’d prefer she didn’t actually sleep in his bed, he’d far rather be alone, and most nights she would but it was different when he wanted her. Normally, his energy was spent and he couldn’t make her go anywhere. He was arrogant, thinking that she stayed in bed with him because she wanted to, rather than because she thought he wanted her to and would get angry if she tried to move. Bloth was well aware that she didn’t enjoy the act itself, which he was pleased about, because her pain and disgust only made him enjoy it more. However, he believed she may have had some fondness for him, mainly because Bloth found it hard to understand why a woman wouldn’t be fond of him – he had wealth, bravery and physical strength, what else did he need?

Tula frowned in her sleep, groaning slightly. Bloth did think she was an attractive girl physically, although she was very small in height and frame – he thought it would be very easy to hurt her by accident - though he did underestimate how tough she could be sometimes. She’d fought with several crewmembers, and won the fights too, but the pirate lord was more content to blame that on some of his pirates being weak.

Tula stirred and opened her eyes slightly, opening them wider when she noticed Bloth was watching her. She didn’t say anything but frowned and pulled the blankets tighter around herself.

Bloth smirked but, feeling slightly uncomfortable with the way he was laying, rolled over onto his back, taking his eyes off Tula. For a moment he lost himself in the gentle rocking of the ship and the sound of the waves outside. He’d spent the majority of his life on the sea and it had always been a comfort to him – he’d spent so much time on the water that travelling on land actually felt awkward and strange, although he never made this obvious.

His wandering mind was brought back to reality when he felt Tula push herself against him. The cold must’ve been too much for her again, he realised, and he smirked to himself, knowing how much she hated to be so close to him. He decided to make it worse for her and wrapped his arm around her, drawing her against him in a tight hug. She tried to pull away from him for a few seconds but, realising that it was fruitless, she just sighed and settled down, a look of disgust etched on her face. Bloth chuckled to himself and, finally feeling the sleepiness take over him, he closed his eyes and tried to get to sleep.

Title: Little Lady.
Fandom: Pirates of Dark Water.
Characters: Tula, OC.
Prompt: 052 - Fire.
Word Count: 225.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Tula has an encounter with an aggressive crewmember of the Maelstrom.

“Hey, Tula!” a gruff voice called to the young woman.

She turned around in annoyance, her face frowning slightly when she couldn’t recognise the man calling her. He was, of course, a crew member but Tula hadn’t bothered to learn every face on the ship and this was one of the pirates she’d ignored. “What do you want?”

“How are you?” the pirate smirked, flashing a set of jagged, rotten teeth.

“I’m fine,” Tula narrowed her eyes suspiciously, “why do you ask?”

The pirate shrugged, “it’s polite to ask, isn’t it?”

“I suppose.” Tula turned away from him, hoping he’d realise she didn’t want to talk.

However, the pirate wasn’t ready to leave and, taking a step forward, placed his rough hand on Tula’s shoulder. “Don’t you want to get to know me?” he snickered.

“Get your hand off my shoulder,” Tula spat, “right now.”

“Feisty, eh?” he laughed loudly, “why play hard to get? Bloth gets the full course, maybe, but aren’t I allowed a little taste?”

His words snapped something inside Tula, who span around, fire in her eyes, and jammed her dagger into the pirate’s arm. He screeched and stumbled backwards, losing his balance and falling onto the deck with a harsh thud.

Tula just smirked and walked away, leaving the pirate to try and stem the blood flowing from his arm.

laura_jeriibebii_waikaga@hotmail.co.uk — Wed, 12 Mar 2008 20:59:42 GMT

Applied for two more job vacancies today, so yay for that.

I also finished one of the request fics. I just noticed I took the requests on January 19th, sorry for how long it has taken.

Title: New Beginnings, New Enemies.
Fandom: Animals of Farthing Wood.
Characters: Fox, Vixen, The Great White Stag, Charmer, Spike and Bully.
Rating: PG.
Word Count: 375.
Summary: Set at the beginning of season three. The Farthing Wood animals think about the future of the park with the death of Scarface.
Disclaimer: Animals of Farthing Wood belongs to Colin Dann.
Note: Idea requested by mugetsu

“That awful Lady Blue is gone?” Vixen looked from the great white stag to her mate, Fox.

“I believe so,” the stag nodded, “her mate’s death was too painful for her to stay here.”

“Well, it may have been painful for her but we’re better off without the both of them.”

“You’re right, Vixen,” Fox agreed, “we all lost ones we loved because of Scarface and Lady Blue, with both of them gone, we can finally have a peaceful home.”

Fox’s daughter, Charmer, who had been listening to the conversation, stepped out of the fox den and moved toward her father. “If only Bold could be here.”

Vixen’s head dropped momentarily. “At the very least we have Whisper and her future cubs, Bold’s grandchildren.”

“It is something to be grateful for,” the stag said with his deep and steady voice, “this is a time for new beginnings, and this is not a time to mourn the past.”

“Thank you for all the help you’ve given us.” Fox stood in front of the two vixens, looking up at the tall stag.

“It is my duty here.” The stag bowed slightly, “now, I must return to my herd. I will need to visit the river along the way.”

Fox nodded as the stag retreated from their land. “At least,” he said to the vixens, “it’ll be better for all of us now.”

“And it’s spring!” Charmer laughed.

***

Spike, the brown rat, discovered the body by the river that same day. He and the other rats had been waiting for an opportunity like this; the stag had been the only obstacle in their plans.

“What’s going to stop us making this our patch from now on?” Bully, the leader of the rats, had asked his fellow rats, at the discovery of the stag.

The rats were ruthless, and impatient from waiting, as far as they were concerned there was no way to stop them now.

The river was poisoned, the rats knew this, but, as part of their plan, didn’t tell any other animal about the contaminated water. They wouldn’t have told anyone even if they had no plans, they believed that all other animals were below them.

The Farthing Wood animals didn’t know what was coming.

Expect the Land Before Time and Pirates of the Caribbean fics to be up in the next few days.

So darling, darling, stand by me.

laura_jeriibebii_waikaga@hotmail.co.uk — Sun, 10 Feb 2008 00:36:29 GMT

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Title: Beginning.
Fandom: Monkey Island.
Characters: LeChuck, Largo LaGrande.
Rating: PG.
Prompt: 04 - Before.
Word Count: 167.
Summary: LeChuck has received an invitiation to visit the governor's mansion on Melee Island.
Disclaimer: Monkey Island, and the characters within, belong to Lucasarts.

“You’re not coming out for a drink with the crew, then?”

Lechuck shook his head, looking at himself in the mirror and tugging at his best coat, “No, the governor ‘as invited me to ‘er mansion.”

“Why’s that?”

“I don’t know, Largo, somethin’ about wantin’ to talk to me, my impact on piracy in the tri island area...” LeChuck trailed off with a roll of his eyes.

“Political crap, I see.”

“Aye, apparently invitin’ pirates to ‘er mansion is somethin’ of a passtime to the governor,” LeChuck snickered lewdly.
“She got a thing for pirates?”

“’ow am I to know? Just thought I should go, save the bother I might get for not takin’ up the invitation.”

“Suppose,” Largo shrugged, “you’ll be out drinkin’ later, though, after the governor thing?”

“Aye, I’ll try and get away from ‘er as soon as I can.”

Largo nodded slightly, “I’ll see you later, then.” He turned and started walking toward the doorway.

“I’ll see you later.” The captain replied unenthusiastically.

Title: For Eternity.
Fandom: Monkey Island.
Characters: LeChuck, Elaine Marley.
Rating: PG.
Prompt: 10 - Exposed.
Word Count: 251.
Summary: LeChuck has captured Elaine again and he, yet again, confronts her with his love.
Disclaimer: Monkey Island, and all the characters within, belong to Lucasarts.

“Ye know I love ye, Elaine.” LeChuck took another advancing step towards the chained woman, who increased her glare with every step closer he got.

“You know I don’t love you, LeChuck.”

“Ye will.” The pirate responded confidently, matching her glaring eyes with a strong gaze of his own.

“I never will.”

LeChuck’s growled in frustration and taking another step toward her, shot out his hand and grasped her chin roughly. “Ye are so
stubborn, Elaine,” he spat, “I’ll make ye love me, ye know I will.”

“You’ll never make me do anything,” Elaine snarled in response, “let go of my face now.”

LeChuck’s expression softened slightly, but he didn’t let go of her chin. “Why can’t ye love me?”

“You’re a monster.”

“We belong together,” the pirate said feebly, ignoring her words, “I love ye and I’d look after ye for eternity.”

“Or you’d just kill me when you got frustrated with me, like you do with everyone else.”

“No...,” LeChuck shook his head slowly, a sad expression crossing his face, “I’d never ‘urt ye, Elaine, surely ye know that?”

“Just get lost, LeChuck,” Elaine replied blankly.

The pirate didn’t want to leave her but, even though in his raw emotion-driven state, could see that he had no chance of getting through to her. He decided to leave her to think things over and would come back when she was less angry.

“I’ll be back later, my beloved.” LeChuck sighed, gloomily exiting the small cell he was keeping Elaine in.

I Choo Choo Choose You.

laura_jeriibebii_waikaga@hotmail.co.uk — Fri, 08 Feb 2008 12:40:45 GMT

I'm trying to exercise as much as I can at the moment (I'm horribly unfit, seriously) and it's starting to do my brain a bit. Still, gotta keep going, gotta keep fit and all that.

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laura_jeriibebii_waikaga@hotmail.co.uk — Mon, 21 Jan 2008 23:53:44 GMT

Title: Celebration.
Fandom: Pirates of Dark Water.
Characters: Tula, Bloth.
Prompt: 091 - Birthday
Word Count: 224.
Rating: PG.
Summary: Tula has been acting strange all day and Bloth is curious to know why.
Disclaimer: Pirates of Dark Water belongs to Warner Brothers.

“You’ve been acting rather peculiar, Tula.” Bloth placed his hands on his hips and eyed the commander suspiciously.

“Peculiar, how?” Tula asked, as she placed her dagger carefully on a table in front of her. Bloth had made a habit of
taking it away from her at night, obviously fearful of being stabbed in his sleep.

“Just strange,” Bloth shrugged, “you haven’t been particularly talkative, for one thing.”

“It’s just today.” Tula mumbled, scratching her ear nervously.

“What’s today?”

Tula crossed her arms and sighed. “It’s my birthday today.”

Bloth started at her for a moment before laughing heartily. “Is that what all this fuss was about?”

“Yes.” Tula responded irritably, she didn’t need him to make fun of her.

“How old are you?”

“I’m nineteen now, Bloth.”

“Nineteen? I thought you were older than that.”

“Sure you did,” Tula rolled her eyes; “I’d just like to go to sleep now, if I can.”

“If you’d like, but wouldn’t you prefer to celebrate?”

“I wouldn’t be allowed.” Tula narrowed her eyes at the pirate lord.

“That’s true,” he replied, laughing, “it’s better you just go to sleep.”

“Thanks, Bloth.” Tula said sarcastically, turning away and walking toward her room.

“I could always visit you later,” Bloth leered after her, “I’d allow that as a celebration.”

Tula just shuddered, refusing to look back at him.

Title: Bitter Past.
Fandom: Pirates of Dark Water.
Characters: Tula, Bloth, Mantus.
Prompt: 022 - Enemies
Word Count: 207.
Rating: PG.
Summary: Mantus bitterly confronts new commander, Tula.
Disclaimer: Pirates of Dark Water belongs to Warner Brothers.

“So, wench, you’re the new commander.” Mantus folded his arms and glared his large blue eyes at Tula.

“So, Mantus, you’re out of a job.”

“It’s easy to laugh now, girl,” Mantus sneered, “you have no idea what it’s like being a commander on a ship like the Maelstrom.”

“I think I’ll do fine,” Tula smirked.

“You’ve never worked with someone like lord Bloth.”

“I think I can handle him just fine,” Tula raised an eyebrow, “why do you care?”

“I don’t,” Mantus shrugged, “but I find it amusing how foolish you are. Lord Bloth will soon get rid of that foolishness.”

“Maybe you were just weak.”

“You little...” Mantus hissed, but his voice trailed off as he felt a familiar heavy hand on his shoulder.

“Mantus, my old friend,” Bloth laughed, “how have you been?”

“Fine, Bloth.”

“No need to be bitter, Mantus, you should be grateful that I only dismissed you from my ship and didn’t feed you to the Constrictus.”

Tula decided it was better to walk away now – the tension between Bloth and Mantus was intense. She just heard a rather-venemous sounding, “I am grateful, Bloth,” as she headed away, wondering if Mantus might still end up in the belly of the Constrictus.

Currently reading: The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Victor Hugo.

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laura_jeriibebii_waikaga@hotmail.co.uk — Thu, 17 Jan 2008 20:59:08 GMT

Title: Not Your Colour.
Fandom: Pirates of Dark Water.
Characters: Tula, Bloth.
Prompt: 012 - Orange
Word Count: 124.
Rating: G.
Summary: Tula is curious about Bloth's glass eye.
Disclaimer: Pirates of Dark Water belongs to Warner Brothers.

“How’d you get your fake eye, Bloth?”

“Do you want to know about every injury I’ve ever had?”

“No...”

“A few days ago it was my ear, a few days before it was my scar,” he gestured vaguely at the long scar on his face, “and now it’s my eye, why do you want to know?”

“I’m just curious.”

“I don’t think it’s necessary for you to know.”

“I may just be taking an interest in you.”

“You may just be trying to irritate me.”

“Well, actually,” Tula hesitated for a moment, pondering her words, “it’s not really how you got it I was wondering about.”

“What were you wondering about?”

“It’s just...why’d you get an orange glass eye?”

“Get back to work, Tula.”

Title: Just Tired.
Fandom: Pirates of Dark Water.
Characters: Tula, Bloth.
Prompt: 060 - Drink.
Word Count: 227.
Rating: G.
Summary: Bloth has fell ill, though he says he's fine, and Tula has been in charge of the ship.
Disclaimer: Pirates of Dark Water belongs to Warner Brothers.

“I am not that ill, Tula,” Bloth tried to sit up but a sudden dizziness stopped him and Tula had to try to repress a laugh. “I’m just very tired.”

“Sure, Bloth.” Tula shrugged and yawning, took a few glances around the room.

“I hope the crew aren’t causing trouble in my absence.”

“Not as far as I know,” Tula rolled her eyes, “Strand was trying to start a fight this morning, though.”

“Nothing happened?”

“No, he was all words. When he thought the rest of the crew were going to fight back, he backed off.”

Bloth chucked lightly, though he ended up with a sharp cough afterwards. “Strand’s normally a good fighter; he must’ve just not been in the mood for it.”

“I don’t know.” Tula nodded slightly, but she didn’t really care about Strand or his antics.

“Tula, my dear,” Bloth took on a condescending tone, “you wouldn’t mind bringing me a drink of water, would you?”

“Do I have to?” Bloth’s sickness had made Tula a bit cockier towards him than she normally would be.

“You’d better.” The pirate lord growled and Tula decided it was best not to wind him up anymore.

“I’ll get you some water.”

As Tula turned away to get some water, Bloth narrowed his eyes after her and added, “Try not to poison it.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Currently reading: Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens

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laura_jeriibebii_waikaga@hotmail.co.uk — Thu, 17 Jan 2008 00:04:58 GMT

Title: Lost Among Pirates.
Fandom: Pirates of Dark Water.
Characters: Tula, Bloth, Ren.
Prompt: 021 - Friends.
Word Count: 480.
Rating: PG.
Summary: By a miracle of fate, Tula encounters Ren while the Maelstrom is docked for supplies.
Disclaimer: Pirates of Dark Water belongs to Warner Brothers.

"Ren?” Tula gasped; sure her eyes were betraying her.

“Tula?” Ren responded uncertainly but as he took her image in, his expression became hard and angry. “What are you doing here?”

“We’re just getting supplies for the ship.” Tula took a step toward Ren but he backed away from her.

“You betrayed us.”

His voice was so cold that Tula almost started crying on the spot, but she kept her emotions reigned in for the moment. “I didn’t, Ren.”

“You joined his side!” Ren snapped angrily, although his voice wobbled slightly.

Tula rushed toward Ren, throwing her arms around him before he could back away. “It was all for the quest, Ren. I had to get close to Bloth, I could learn all his plans and I could stop him from getting the treasures.”

Ren breathed heavily for a moment, taking her words in and trying to decide whether to believe her. “What if you’re lying,” he muttered quietly.

Tula clutched his face in her hands and forced him to look into her eyes. “I swear, Ren.”

The young prince’s lip trembled for a moment and a stray tear ran down his cheek. “I didn’t believe it,” he pulled Tula into a hug as he spoke, “Ioz kept telling me, he kept saying that you’d betrayed us and that was it. I never believed it.”

Tula couldn’t keep her emotions under control anymore and started sobbing on Ren’s shoulder. “I wondered whether I’d see you again.”

Ren suddenly pulled away from her, a look of deep concern in his eyes. “Does he hurt you?”

“No.”

Ren shook his head slowly, “you’re lying.”

A deep voice suddenly called Tula’s name in the distance and both of their hearts sank as they realised it was Bloth.

“I have to go.” Tula muttered, turning away from Ren.

“No,” he grabbed her arm and pulled her back towards him, “you can come with me now. We can go back to the Wraith, Niddler will be so happy to see you again.”

“Ren,” Tula sighed deeply and looked into Ren’s eyes, “I can still stop him and you know that if I run now, Bloth will make it so much worse for us.”

“Tula – he might kill you.” Ren couldn’t disguise the sadness and fear in his eyes, a look that made Tula’s heart physically ache.

“I promise, I’ll be fine,” Tula turned away and started to walk towards Bloth’s voice.

Ren merely stood and stared after her, even long after she’d disappeared from view.

***
“The ship has been waiting for you,” Bloth tapped his foot impatiently as Tula approached, “where were you?”

“Just walking,” Tula shrugged, “I didn’t think I needed to be back for a while.”

“I see.” Bloth merely gestured for her to get on the ship, after which he followed her aboard and started barking orders at his crew.

I am also adding a little 'currently reading' note at the bottom of my new posts, so you can all follow my book progress - I bet you're all so ecstatic.

Currently reading: Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens

30_Somethings fic

laura_jeriibebii_waikaga@hotmail.co.uk — Sun, 13 Jan 2008 22:54:07 GMT

Title: Change.
Fandom: Monkey Island.
Characters: LeChuck, Largo LaGrande.
Prompt: 06 - Confession.
Word Count: 465.
Rating: PG.
Summary: LeChuck has fallen in love with Elaine Marley and his right hand man, Largo LaGrande, has just heard about it and is confused by what seems like a dramatic change in his captain.
Disclaimer: LeChuck, Largo LaGrande and the Monkey Island series belong to Lucasarts.

“So, Elaine Marley? When did this happen?”

LeChuck, who had previously been taking a big swig from his grog, placed his mug on the dirty table and glared at Largo before responding. “I don’t see what it ‘as to do with ye.”

Largo shrugged, “maybe it isn’t to do with me. It’s just something I was curious about.”

“I want ‘er to be my wife.”

If Largo had been drinking anything, he may well have spat it out in shock at that point. “You want to get married?”

“To ‘er, aye,” LeChuck raised an eyebrow at Largo’s shocked expression, “why do ye look so surprised?”

“You never had much of an interest in women, sir, at least, not a love interest.”

“Bound to ‘appen sooner or later,” LeChuck smirked. Largo was right, however, LeChuck’s interest in women had always purely been on a physical level. The only woman who’d been in his life for more than ten minutes was Minnie Goodsoup – who LeChuck had just used to get money and a new ship, anyway.

“Sure,” Largo replied uncertainly.

“Ye don’t think so?”

Largo, like LeChuck had previously been, wasn’t a big fan of women. His grandfather, whom he was raised by after his father’s death, had been very misogynistic by nature and had passed this attitude to his grandson. Unlike LeChuck however, Largo could never make himself see the point of marriage or even the point of loving someone. He dared not make his captain mad, however, by voicing his opinion as LeChuck was well known for killing men for the slightest irritations. Instead, Largo just shrugged his shoulders and took a drink, not meant for him, from a plate of drinks the chef was carrying past him.

LeChuck drummed his fingers on the table, a look of mild frustration on his face. “It seems, though, that Elaine Marley not be particularly fond of me.”

Largo shifted in his seat, feeling slightly uncomfortable. “Women can be stubborn.”

“Aye, she be a stubborn lass. What does she want from me?”

“I don’t know her,” Largo sighed, “riches, maybe?”

“That lass on Blood Island only wanted a pirate ‘usband, why can’t Elaine just want that?”

“Sir, if you don’t mind...” Largo paused for a moment, “I’m tired; I’ll probably just head back to the inn.”

LeChuck wasn’t fooled, however, and knew Largo was just trying to escape the conversation. “Ye can do a task for me first,” LeChuck growled, making sure Largo knew he was angry, “ye can go clean my quarters on the ship.”

Largo bit his tongue, making sure not to say anything he’d regret. Instead he chose to drag himself from the bar, mumbling under his breath as he went.

LeChuck watched him leave before taking a swig from his grog, smirking to himself as he did.

Monkey Island, set waaaay in the past.

laura_jeriibebii_waikaga@hotmail.co.uk — Fri, 04 Jan 2008 23:33:45 GMT

Title: How She Lost Him.
Fandom: Monkey Island.
Characters: Marco Largo LaGrande, Largo LaGrande, OC (Maria LaGrande).
Word Count: 981.
Rating: PG
Summary: Maria has lost her husband and now feels that her son, Largo, is all she has left in her life. However, things take a turn for the worst when Largo's grandfather, Marco, shows up and wishes to raise Largo himself.
Disclaimer: Marco Largo LaGrande, Largo LaGrande and everything in the Monkey Island series belong to Lucasarts. Maria LaGrande is mine, however.

Maria had been struggling with her emotions for weeks. She’d lost her husband and had no family to help her deal with her grief. Her young son, Largo, was the only thing she had left in her life and she’d desperately tried to put on a brave face for his sake.

However, four days previously, her already conflicted emotions were made worse by a letter from Marco LaGrande, stating that he was coming to visit her and Largo. Marco was Largo’s grandfather and as mean a man as they came. Maria’s husband had admired his father so much that he’d forced Maria into accepting Largo, Marco’s middle name, as the name of their son. He even made sure that Marco was allowed to visit Largo as much as he wanted – something Marco had taken advantage of, visiting almost every other week since the boy was born. He seemed to hate Maria, though, and every time he visited, he would barely speak to her.

***

Marco ended up arriving a day earlier than expected, announcing his arrival by practically ripping the door of its hinges when Maria didn’t answer it fast enough. He mumbled an insincere, “I’m sorry” as he came in but, as per usual, barely spoke to her. He focused all of his attention on Largo, playing children’s games with him and giving him sweets and treats.

At the end of the day, when Largo was sent to bed and Marco and Maria were alone to talk, he immediately turned on her. It seemed that Marco had found Largo’s behaviour ‘soft’ and he was more than willing to tell Maria how he felt.

“Wench, I knew you’d be a worthless mother.” Marco didn’t show much anger in his face but his words came out in a snarl.

“Worthless mother?” Maria recoiled, “how dare you! I’m trying to raise my son right!”

“He’s a LaGrande,” Marco narrowed his eyes, “you’re just going to turn him into another spineless sissy. My son wouldn’t have this.”

Maria’s face fell slightly and she sniffed. “Well, he’s dead, isn’t he? Now it’s up to me to raise Largo.”

“If you think I’m letting you have sole reign over that boy, wench, you’re dumber than I thought.”

“What are you going to do about it, Marco?”

“I could just kill you.” Marco’s tone didn’t show any doubt or hesitation – and it terrified Maria.

“Don’t make him an orphan, please.” Maria’s lip trembled slightly as she spoke, “Largo doesn’t deserve the pain of losing both his parents.”

“Under my care, he’ll be a strong enough lad to deal with it,” Marco took a quick glance at the room behind him, where Largo was sleeping, “he’s the last LaGrande and he has to show for it.”

“LaGrande is my last name, too.”

“Women don’t matter,” Marco sneered, “besides, you’re a disgrace to the name.”

Maria gritted her teeth and her eyes started to water. “Why’s that? Is it because I don’t mindlessly kill? Is it because I don’t steal? Is it because I’m not a stain on society?”

“You’re useless.” Marco folded his arms and glanced at the clock on the wall. “You married my son, besides, why complain about the LaGrandes now?”

“I loved him, even if I was a fool for it.”

“You’ll make my grandson a fool,” Marco sighed, “that boy belongs in my care.”

“Mama?” a tiny voice cut in and both Maria and Marco turned their attention to Largo, who had left his bedroom and was rubbing his eyes. “Why are you shouting?”

Maria looked at the five year old Largo wearily, “it’s nothing, sweetheart, we’re just talking.”

“About what?”

“You’re a curious lad, aren’t you?” Marco got down on one knee and patted Largo on his head, “how would you fancy staying with your grandpa for a while?”

Maria gasped and tried to say something, but Marco gave her a look that stopped her in her tracks. ‘Don’t,’ Marco mouthed threateningly at her.

Largo, who was still sleepy and more than a little confused, just glanced between his mother and grandfather nervously.

“Tell him it’s fine.” Marco smiled, for Largo’s sake, but the look he gave Maria was far from friendly.

Maria blinked back tears and, turning to her son, tried to keep her tone steady as she spoke. “It’s fine, sweetheart, you’ll have fun at your grandpa’s house.”

“Okay,” Largo wasn’t certain, although he was curious as to what it would be like with his grandfather. He actually quite liked his grandfather, who, unbeknownst to Maria, had been telling Largo pirate stories since he was a baby.

“Great,” Marco smiled, genuinely this time, and stood back up again, “we’ll have lots of fun, Largo.”

Largo smiled back and jumped up and down a few times excitedly.

“Largo, go to bed, sweetheart.” Maria took a deep breath.

“I’ll come and get you in the morning,” Marco added, “go to sleep, I don’t want you tired.”

The little boy nodded and dashed back to his room.

“You better give my son back,” Maria seethed at Marco, “I know you want to disappear with him.”

Marco paused for a moment before stepping toward her and slapping her hard across the face. “Don’t you bark at me, wench. Largo belongs to me and I’ll do with him what I like – make sure he’s ready in the morning and his belongings are packed up.” Marco turned and stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him.

Maria clutched at her sore cheek for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. She trudged to her bedroom, her head drooping, and sat down on the end of her bed. She looked around the room helplessly for a few moments before placing her head in her hands and starting to weep, trying her best to keep herself quiet so as not to disturb her sleeping son.

Second table - Monkey Island.

laura_jeriibebii_waikaga@hotmail.co.uk — Tue, 18 Dec 2007 11:03:15 GMT

30_somethings challenge.

MOMENTS:

01. after	02. anger	03. autumn	04. before	05. birthday
06. confession	07. crowded	08. date	09. dawn	10. exposed
11. first	12. flashback	13. flying	14. funeral	15. later
16. news	17. next	18. now	19. over	20. peace
21. rebirth	22. respite	23. solitude	24. soon	25. spring
26. stress	27. summer	28. then	29. twilight	30. winter

The fandom is Monkey Island and the character is LeChuck. This should be fun.

Two Fanfic100 fics.

laura_jeriibebii_waikaga@hotmail.co.uk — Mon, 17 Dec 2007 13:41:01 GMT

Title: My Own Fun.
Fandom: Pirates of Dark Water.
Pairing: Tula/Bloth.
Prompt: 001 - Beginnings.
Word Count: 182
Rating: PG
Summary: Tula is the new commander of the Maelstrom and asks her new captain, Bloth, about her duties for the day.
Disclaimer: The Pirates of Dark Water and the characters within belong to Hanna Barbera, now a part of Warner Brothers.

“I’m glad you decided to be my commander, Tula.”

“It’s good pay, Bloth.” Tula replied disinterestedly, looking around the deck of the monstrous ship.

Bloth laughed heartily, “I agree, it is.”

Tula folded her arms and sighed. “So, what are my duties today?”

“We’re docked for the day,” Bloth glanced at his crew, who were fast leaving the ship and heading to the local town, “just keep an eye on the crew.”

“Can’t you do that?”

“I would, but then I wouldn’t have time for any fun of my own, would I?”

“What kind of fun would that be?” Tula placed her hands on her hips, eyeing the captain suspiciously.

“Gambling and drinking, mostly.” Bloth smirked, “what did you think I meant?”

“Gambling and drinking.”

“I see.” Bloth stroked his beard slowly for a few moments before speaking again, “well, I think I will join my crew in town. If you have any problems, do come and find me.” He turned away from Tula and strolled off the ship, disappearing around a nearby corner.

Tula rolled her eyes. "Gambling and drinking...of course."

Title: Standards.
Fandom: Pirates of Dark Water.
Characters: Tula/Bloth
Prompt: 034 - Not Enough.
Word Count: 271.
Rating: PG.
Summary: A small, slightly strange, conversation about standards between Tula and Bloth, Tula showing a clear dislike towards Bloth and her situation with him.
Disclaimer: The Pirates of Dark Water and the characters within belong to Warner Brothers.

“So, am I everything you wanted, Bloth?” Tula sighed as she attempted to straighten her hair with her fingers.

Bloth, who was sitting at his desk, turned towards her and tilted his head curiously, “do you think you are?”

Tula shrugged. “I wouldn’t expect your standards to be too high, Bloth, I can’t imagine you having much contact with women.”

Bloth smiled, exposing his ragged teeth, “being a pirate lord has more advantages than you may think.”

“With a certain type of woman,” Tula snorted.

She didn’t expect Bloth to react too kindly to that comment but, to her surprise, he just chuckled lightly and shook his head. “You may not be quite up to my standards, my dear.”

“What’s wrong with me, then?” Tula folded her arms and stood firm.

Bloth got up from his chair and strolled over to her, placing a hand under her chin, “you’re a frail-looking little thing, Tula. Petite can be attractive, I admit, but I would prefer a slightly larger girl.” He paused for a moment, casting his eyes downward, before continuing. “Your breasts, too, they’re very small, I would prefer more.”

Tula noticed his hand reaching for her breast and immediately jumped back out of his reach. “Looks like you’re stuck with me, though, doesn’t it?”

“I can live with that.” Bloth smiled and, stepping towards her, ran a hand through Tula’s hair; she visibly shuddered but didn’t move away from him.

“I don’t suppose you’ll be going anywhere soon.” Tula mumbled under her breath, though it was loud enough for Bloth to hear.

“You won’t be going anywhere either.”

“I know, Bloth.”

Fanfic100 table

laura_jeriibebii_waikaga@hotmail.co.uk — Mon, 17 Dec 2007 10:58:44 GMT

Woop de woop.

001.	Beginnings.	002.	Middles.	003.	Ends.	004.	Insides.	005.	Outsides.
006.	Hours.	007.	Days.	008.	Weeks.	009.	Months.	010.	Years.
011.	Red.	012.	Orange.	013.	Yellow.	014.	Green.	015.	Blue.
016.	Purple.	017.	Brown.	018.	Black.	019.	White.	020.	Colourless.
021.	Friends.	022.	Enemies.	023.	Lovers.	024.	Family.	025.	Strangers.
026.	Teammates.	027.	Parents.	028.	Children.	029.	Birth.	030.	Death.
031.	Sunrise.	032.	Sunset.	033.	Too Much.	034.	Not Enough.	035.	Sixth Sense.
036.	Smell.	037.	Sound.	038.	Touch.	039.	Taste.	040.	Sight.
041.	Shapes.	042.	Triangle.	043.	Square.	044.	Circle.	045.	Moon.
046.	Star.	047.	Heart.	048.	Diamond.	049.	Club.	050.	Spade.
051.	Water.	052.	Fire.	053.	Earth.	054.	Air.	055.	Spirit.
056.	Breakfast.	057.	Lunch.	058.	Dinner.	059.	Food.	060.	Drink.
061.	Winter.	062.	Spring.	063.	Summer.	064.	Fall.	065.	Passing.
066.	Rain.	067.	Snow.	068.	Lightening.	069.	Thunder.	070.	Storm.
071.	Broken.	072.	Fixed.	073.	Light.	074.	Dark.	075.	Shade.
076.	Who?	077.	What?	078.	Where?	079.	When?	080.	Why?
081.	How?	082.	If.	083.	And.	084.	He.	085.	She.
086.	Choices.	087.	Life.	088.	School.	089.	Work.	090.	Home.
091.	Birthday.	092.	Christmas.	093.	Thanksgiving.	094.	Independence.	095.	New Year.
096.	Writer‘s Choice.	097.	Writer‘s Choice.	098.	Writer‘s Choice.	099.	Writer‘s Choice.	100.	Writer‘s Choice.

The fandom is Pirates of Dark Water and the pairing is Bloth/Tula. I'm kind of sick, I know.

As soon as I get accepted I will also be doing a 30_somethings table. The fandom shall be Monkey Island the character shall be LeChuck.

I like me some bad guys.

In other news: Nowt. My bandanas are cleaned and ironed though, finally. I'm so lazy.

Edit: I feel the need to explain my choice of pairing for Pirates of Dark Water, as it doesn't overly make much sense and I haven't written the fic explaining it yet. Basically, it takes a 'what if' route from the episode 'Victory' - what if Tula chose to become commander on the Maelstrom? The reason she does this, is she believes that being on the ship will allow her to sabotage Bloth's plans easier and keep him away from Ren. Bloth is aware that she doesn't particularly want to be there - although he isn't aware of what she plans to do. He is trying to use her for his own needs and she has learnt just to accept it, partially because she knows she can't really fight him anyway and partially for the sake of helping Ren.

I hope that helps explain it better.

Two Largo-fics.

laura_jeriibebii_waikaga@hotmail.co.uk — Sun, 09 Dec 2007 21:52:59 GMT

Title: True Pirate.
Fandom: Monkey Island.
Characters Largo LaGrande, OC (Angus).
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Angus, a newcomer to Scabb Island, has a run in with local wannabe dictator, Largo LaGrande.
Disclaimer: Monkey Island and Largo LaGrande belong to Lucasarts. Angus belongs to me.

Angus nervously descended the stairs into the bar, he’d assumed it’d been closed when he hadn’t heard any noise coming from the hatch. His desperation for a drink, however, prompted him to investigate further and on closer inspection realised that the bar was indeed open and actually had some customers inside.

“Ahoy there,” the bartender called as Angus was halfway down the stairs, “Don’t be shy, lad, you want a drink or not?”

Angus took a second to scan the bar, noting an old dusty piano, a passed out drunk, a selection of dirty glasses strewn on the bar and another man sat at the bar with his body hunched and head down.

“Well?” the bartender asked impatiently, cleaning a dirty glass with an equally dirty rag.

“Grog.” Angus replied sharply, taking a seat at the bar and leaning on his elbows.

“Fine.” The bartender sighed and leaned under the bar to pick up a new glass. It was only now that Angus had realised something odd, the bartender had been making quick glances at the slouched man every few seconds since Angus had arrived. Angus, after receiving his drink, took a few glances at the man himself but didn’t notice anything particularly strange about him, although the man was a little on the short side, something he thought he could make fun of later.

“What are you looking at?” the man spoke suddenly causing Angus to jolt forward and nearly lose his balance on the stool.

“Nothin’” Angus replied grouchily.

The man narrowed his dark eyes in return and snorted, turning back to his drink. “Better be nothing,” he muttered just loud enough for Angus to hear.

“What did you say?” Angus growled, he didn’t like the attitude he was getting at all.

The man suddenly sat up straight, looking Angus in the eye. “Do you know who you’re talking to?” he snarled.

The bartender had stopped cleaning glasses and was stood frozen, looking at Angus nervously. “I think you should calm down”.

“Shut up!” the man snapped at him, “He comes down here and starts talking like that to me, he can’t back out now”.

“Who are you, anyway?” Angus sighed; he’d heard the ‘do you know who I am?’ speech too many times.

“I’m Largo LaGrande!” he snapped back, “Former right-hand man of LeChuck and current boss of this island”.

Angus reeled slightly but his pirate instincts still encouraged him to fight. “So what? Scabb Island is just a tiny defenceless island; even the girliest pirate in the Caribbean could rule this place”.

Unfortunately, Angus had severely underestimated both how fast Largo could throw a punch and just how much he enjoyed throwing them. The next thing he knew, he was on the floor desperately trying to stem the blood from his nose and wondering how the hell Largo had managed to get in so many punches without him being able to respond.

Largo stood over him triumphantly, a wide smirk on his face. “Normally, I wouldn’t let anyone leave but there’s no way I’m letting such a pathetic pirate live on my island. You’ll be gone by tomorrow or I’m going to find you and I’m going to break every bone in your fucking body”.

Largo had left the bar before Angus could even stand up again, blood still covering his face. He left Scabb Island that night.

Title: I Remember You.
Fandom: Monkey Island.
Characters: Largo LaGrande, OC (Angus).
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Set several years after 'True Pirate'. Angus runs into someone he hoped he would never see again.
Disclaimer: Monkey Island and Largo LaGrande belong to Lucasarts. Angus is mine.

“You,” Largo hissed through gritted teeth, “I remember you.”

“I think you have me confused with someone else.” Angus tried to keep a steady tone but he couldn’t control a faint shake in his hands.

“I kicked you off Scabb Island.” Largo clearly wasn’t fooled.

“I stayed off didn’t I?” Angus laughed nervously, “why bother with me now?”

“Well...whatever your name is...”

“It’s Angus.”

“I don’t care,” Largo snorted, “your day isn’t going to well, you see, you’ve caught me in a bad mood.”

“It’s not my fault.”

“I don’t care,” Largo narrowed his eyes, “you don’t learn very fast, do you?”

“Well...what are you goin' to do?” Angus gripped the handle of his cutlass, threatening to draw it, “I’ll fight you if I have to.”

Largo just shrugged, “you’ll lose...and die.”

“You’re just words.”

“I wasn’t last time.”

Angus took a steadying breath and pulled at his cutlass slightly. Largo, in response, growled and clenched his fists which caused Angus to immediately recoil and, turning frantically, take off running in the opposite direction.

“Spineless bastard," Largo muttered as he watched Angus run away.

Hmm.

laura_jeriibebii_waikaga@hotmail.co.uk — Thu, 06 Dec 2007 11:59:46 GMT

I think I might try to learn some Bulgarian in my spare time...or Romanian....or Russian...no, I'll try and stick to Bulgarian for now.

Edit:...or maybe Finnish. My head hurts.

Edit: Okay, I've decided on Russian. My head no longer hurts.

Bored, bored, bored.

laura_jeriibebii_waikaga@hotmail.co.uk — Tue, 04 Dec 2007 14:50:06 GMT

Title: My Friend, My Love.
Pairing: Maria/Isabella.
Rating: G.
Summary: Isabella wants to spend the day studying and learning but her companion, Maria, would rather Isabella's full attention was on her.

“Isabella, come here.” Maria gestured for her friend to join her on the bed they shared, “we all need a rest, yes?”

Isabella glanced nervously at the work she had on the desk in front of her. “I’m sorry, Maria, but I have a lot of work to do.” Isabella wondered why her friend was always trying to distract her like this when it had been her who had pushed Isabella so vehemently to learn and get a decent education. “I can rest later.” Isabella sighed.

Maria pouted, “But you can rest now and work later.”

“I’ll never get around to it and you know that,” Isabella chuckled softly.

“Here.” Maria pointed at the bed in a light-hearted command.

Isabella sighed, knowing she couldn’t win, and got up from the desk, “I want to learn and grow up intelligent, Maria.”

Maria shrugged and laughed, “I guess you’ll have to settle for being average.”

Isabella made her way to the bed, sitting next to Maria with her arms crossed in a jokingly upset way. “I don’t want to be only average.”

“Aw,” Maria ran a hand through her friend’s long black hair, “don’t worry, my girl, you’ll always be a bright spark to me.”

Isabella relaxed and lay on her back, staring at the ceiling with her hands crossed over her chest. “The rest of the world won’t think I’m a bright spark,” she turned her head to face Maria; “they’ll just think I’m like you.”

Maria laughed and tapped Isabella lightly on the nose. “Cheeky girl, that mouth will get you into trouble one of these days,” she lay on her side and propped her head up on her hand, “I like to think that I’m above average really.” She smoothed the side of her dress uncertainly, “am I wrong?”

“You teach me things,” Isabella replied, “I think you’re very smart, I learn so many new things from you, and you’re so wise about the world.”

Her friend waved her hand dismissively, “I’ve still got a lot to learn; I don’t think I’m truly grown up yet,” she sighed, “maybe in a few more years, with a few more travels, I’ll be there.”

Arrr matey.

laura_jeriibebii_waikaga@hotmail.co.uk — Fri, 30 Nov 2007 22:34:48 GMT

Title: Call Me Captain.
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean.
Characters: Jack Sparrow, Barbossa.
Rating:G.
Summary: Pre-POTC. A short conversation between Jack Sparrow, when he was first the captain of the Black Pearl, and his first mate Barbossa.
Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean, and the characters within, belong to Disney.

“You call me captain, remember?”

“Aye, I should.” Barbossa smirked, briefly exposing his rotten teeth.

“Then say it.” Jack tried to take down on a darker tone, he was fast becoming tired of the mocking attitude his first mate gave him.

“Captain,” the first mate almost spat the word, “are ye happy now?”

“No, Barbossa, I’m not. A captain expects loyalty and respect from his first mate, does he not?”

“Well, captain,” Barbossa growled slightly, “the crew ‘ave been none too ‘appy about our recent voyages, they seem to believe ye lack the true pirate spirit, if ye understand.”

Jack strolled forward towards Barbossa, taking on a confident swagger as he did. He slipped slightly as he neared Barbossa, which almost ruined his attempt to look confident, but he managed to recover himself well. “I believe I have sailed this ship on many successful voyages, Barbossa, and I believe that it is because of me that we have so much treasure in our hold. I am a true pirate.” His dark eyes narrowed as he finished his sentence, giving Barbossa a dark look that the first mate hadn’t seen before.

“Very well, captain.” Barbossa turned and walked slowly from the captain’s quarters. Out of earshot from Jack, the pirate growled quietly to himself, “ye ain’t no true pirate, Jack Sparrow, and I ain’t goin’ ta have no weak sailor as my captain.”

Why does it have to be so cold? Seriously.

laura_jeriibebii_waikaga@hotmail.co.uk — Sat, 24 Nov 2007 13:14:49 GMT

Title: Bully's Spite.
Fandom: Animals of Farthing Wood.
Characters: Bully, OC (Spite).
Rating: G.
Summary: Set just after the death of Sinuous the adder, Spite, the rat, is very ill and wonders if she will actually survive to the end of her latest pregnancy. Bully, her mate, visits her to inform her of what happened to Sinuous and how hopeful he is that this will help the rats rule the park.
Disclaimer: Bully/Buddy (TV series version/book version) and the other characters of Animals of Farthing Wood belong to Colin Dann. Spite belongs to me.

The female brown rat lay exhausted in her nest, her swollen belly moving up and down rapidly as she panted heavily. Her fourth litter of the year was due in only a day’s time but she’d been very unwell for more than a week, struggling to stomach the food her mate brought for her.
White Deer Park had become heaven for her kind, food was plentiful and the conditions were far more pleasant than in the towns from which they’d migrated. The park had been so good for them that rat numbers had increased drastically and female rats were producing regular, healthy litters, much to the dismay of the other animals in the park.

“Spite?”

Her mate, Bully, had entered the nest and was approaching her cautiously, “how are ya feelin’, my beautiful long-tail?”

Spite tried to lift her head to see him properly but found even that simple task too much of a struggle. “I ain’t feelin’ well.”

The white rat stood on his back legs, scratching at his belly with his front paws, “I got good news, though, might make ya feel better.”

“What’s that?”

“We got one of them adders, town rat got ‘em good.”

Spite smiled, baring her sharp yellow teeth, “was it the male or the female?”

“How should I know? Ya can’t tell them snakes apart,” Bully chuckled, “them weasels left the park and now we got one of them snakes, they’ll all be dead soon and us rats will rule White Deer Park.”

“This park will be an ‘aven for our children.”

“Course it will,” Bully said proudly, “we could’ve ended up havin’ them in those sewers, now we got a whole park for ‘em.”

“I hope I’ll be around to see ‘em grow up,” Spite muttered under her breath.

“Don’t you talk like that,” Bully licked the top of her head affectionately, “you’ll be fine, I know it. There’ll be loads more little bullies to come.”

Spite smiled and attempted to get up. One of her paws was injured, hurt in an encounter with a fox that she’d only narrowly escaped from, and it struggled to carry her weight. The injury was recovering gradually but Bully had since insisted that she stay in the nest until both her paw injury had disappeared and her pregnancy ended. He knew that it was due to her pregnancy that the fox had managed to catch her well enough to injure her; the extra weight had seriously compromised her speed.

“Don’t try too ‘ard.” Bully tilted his head slightly as he watched her struggle to get up, “it may be better that ya just rest in ‘ere.”

“I suppose.”

“Ya don’t need to get food or anythin’, I’ll get it for ya,” Bully placed a paw on the back of her neck, gently pushing down as a hint for her to lie down again, “if not, I can always send my boys out for food.”

“Spike and Brat?”

“Yeah, they’re good boys; they know who the leader is around ‘ere.”

“We all know who the leader is around ‘ere,” Spite smiled proudly at her mate.

Bully smiled and recited his motto, “Who am I? Who am I?” He tapped his long tail on the ground a few times excitedly, waiting for the response.

“Bully, Bully, Bully!” Spite chanted back enthusiastically, as all the rats did.

The room smells funny.

laura_jeriibebii_waikaga@hotmail.co.uk — Thu, 22 Nov 2007 16:13:39 GMT

Title: That Wench.
Fandom: Monkey Island.
Characters: LeChuck, Largo LaGrande.
Rating: PG-13 (hints towards sex).
Summary: Largo doesn't like Minnie Goodsoup and wants LeChuck to give her up.
Notes: Same slightly AU as the last one, in that Largo and Minnie have encountered each other when, most likely, they didn't in the history of the games.
Disclaimer: The Monkey Island games and all of the characters within belong to Lucasarts.

“So, go on, tell me about this wench from the island.”

“What wench?” LeChuck sat back in his chair, an annoyed expression on his face. Largo had just barged into LeChuck’s quarters unannounced, something the pirate captain never appreciated, although he hadn’t got the energy to punish Largo for it.

“That Goodsoup girl,” Largo raised an eyebrow, “she was only here this morning, you forget?”

LeChuck smirked slightly before continuing, “I didn’t forget. What about ‘er?”

“Why is she always here?”

“That ain’t yer business.” LeChuck folded his arms and glared at Largo, “she ain’t ‘ere always, anyway.”

Largo snorted in response to LeChuck’s glare. “It seems like she is.”

LeChuck shrugged. “At least I don’t ‘ave to pay for some overused whore with ‘er around.”

“I thought you were into Elaine Marley?” Largo tilted his head slightly, “you got over that obsession now?”

“I’m not ‘into’ Minnie Goodsoup,” LeChuck growled in a threatening manner, “Elaine is still the lass for me – I just got needs to fulfil, ‘aven’t I?”

“We all do,” Largo replied bluntly, “but I think you should just cut the Goodsoup girl out, no one needs it that much.”

“I’ll take advantage of 'er while I can; she ain’t goin’ ta be there forever, is she?”

“No, but you don’t want to get too close to her. You know how women are; anyway, they cling onto men like leeches. You don’t want her clinging onto you.” Largo had barely any respect for his captain when it came to women, the obsession with Elaine had been grating endlessly on his, already thin, nerves. Although, of course, Largo never dared show any true lack of respect for LeChuck to his face – he’d seen disrespectful crewmates suffer brutal punishments.

“I know what I’m doin’, Largo.” LeChuck rocked back slightly in his chair, smirking, “the lass won’t be able to 'old onto me anyway, I ain’t goin’ to tell ‘er when we’re leavin’ and she’ll ‘ave no way of knowin’ where we’re goin’ out to.”

“What if she finds out?”

“Unless one of the crew tells ‘er,” LeChuck narrowed his eyes slightly at Largo as he continued speaking, “then I think I’m safe.”

“What if she were to find out?”

“I could always kill ‘er.” LeChuck shrugged again.

Largo smiled, his mind starting to wander. “Always a good option.”