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Title: Mischief
Rating: K+ (Suitable for ages 13 and above)
Disclaimers: None.
Original pen-date: 6 February 2011
Summary: Show the Colours AU; the Shepherd twins are up to their usual tricks. At sea, 1809.
Author's Note: Written for a Kink meme on DreamWidth. Prompt - Thompson, Shephard twins - mischief.
The original idea had been his brother's. Most of their better undertakings tended to be. It was Thomas, however, who came up with the delightful twist they were now putting into action. Their newly-minted corporal would have no idea what'd hit him. That would be the best part. But then, it usually was.
"Don't spill it!" Andrew hissed, keeping watch while Thomas rooted around in Corporal Thompson's sea-chest.
His brother glanced up at him and smirked. "I ain't got clumsy fingers, like you," he countered before returning his attention to the task of finding Thompson's spare trowsers. They had to be quick and careful, or the corporal would catch them. Neither drummer was in any hurry to get his hide tanned by the boy's cane, despite their antics.
"Right, I gott'm," Thomas announced in a gleeful whisper, dragging the trowsers out. Now came the fun part. He prised the cover off a small tin and carefully tipped its contents down into the opened trowsers. Emptying the tin took only a handful of seconds. Thomas set the tin aside once it was empty and hurriedly patted the trowsers flat, doing his best to scatter the specially-prepared powder around inside the legs and front fall. Then, at Andrew's urgent hiss of warning, he refolded the trowsers and stuffed them back into the sea-chest.
The twins were gone from the scene in seconds, leaving no trace behind. When Thompson changed his trowsers next, he'd find a very unpleasant surprise waiting for him. There'd be no telling when he'd be able to even touch his private bits again!
Rating: K+ (Suitable for ages 13 and above)
Disclaimers: None.
Original pen-date: 6 February 2011
Summary: Show the Colours AU; the Shepherd twins are up to their usual tricks. At sea, 1809.
Author's Note: Written for a Kink meme on DreamWidth. Prompt - Thompson, Shephard twins - mischief.
The original idea had been his brother's. Most of their better undertakings tended to be. It was Thomas, however, who came up with the delightful twist they were now putting into action. Their newly-minted corporal would have no idea what'd hit him. That would be the best part. But then, it usually was.
"Don't spill it!" Andrew hissed, keeping watch while Thomas rooted around in Corporal Thompson's sea-chest.
His brother glanced up at him and smirked. "I ain't got clumsy fingers, like you," he countered before returning his attention to the task of finding Thompson's spare trowsers. They had to be quick and careful, or the corporal would catch them. Neither drummer was in any hurry to get his hide tanned by the boy's cane, despite their antics.
"Right, I gott'm," Thomas announced in a gleeful whisper, dragging the trowsers out. Now came the fun part. He prised the cover off a small tin and carefully tipped its contents down into the opened trowsers. Emptying the tin took only a handful of seconds. Thomas set the tin aside once it was empty and hurriedly patted the trowsers flat, doing his best to scatter the specially-prepared powder around inside the legs and front fall. Then, at Andrew's urgent hiss of warning, he refolded the trowsers and stuffed them back into the sea-chest.
The twins were gone from the scene in seconds, leaving no trace behind. When Thompson changed his trowsers next, he'd find a very unpleasant surprise waiting for him. There'd be no telling when he'd be able to even touch his private bits again!