Leigh!fic | Yo Ho, Yo Ho (A Pirate’s Life for Me!) (1/1) | The Clearwater-Vaisey Familiy
Title: Yo Ho, Yo Ho (A Pirate’s Life for Me!) (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Carter and Cassandra Clearwater-Vaisey (with cameos by Julian Vaisey and Penelope Clearwater)
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,256
Summary: The twins are on a mission.
Author’s Notes: This is a very special birthday present for fiery_flamingo! The characters within come from pinksheep_wench and it’s second generation game, pink_lambs. Cassandra Clearwater-Vaisey and Penelope Clearwater are written by Sam, and Carter Clearwater-Vaisey and Julian Vaisey are written by me. Happy birthday, darling! I hope you enjoy the shenanigans of our little hellions.
Carter was on a mission, one of the Very Important type. He and his twin sister had been planning their adventure for days now, and it was the perfect time to pull it off. For the first few years of their life, they had never spent weekends at their father’s home in Devon. Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Sunday afternoons were spent with their father, and the rest of their time was with their mother in London.
Lately, though, the five year old had noticed they were spending more and more time at Papa’s house. And not just Cassie and him; Mummy was there a lot. It was nice. He liked having Mummy with them at Papa’s house, and he liked not having to go back and forth as much as they used to.
Mummy was gone now, and he and Cassie were under very strict instructions to not wake Papa. When he had to work very late, he slept until lunchems... which was why Carter was being very, very quiet as he tiptoed towards Mummy’s closet. Cassie was already there, finding the perfect loot for their treasure trip.
He slipped through Papa’s closet and turned to the left, grinning at the cracked door just beyond the first row of suits. It was lighter in Mummy’s closet; all whites and pinks and golds, with rows and rows of shoes. “Cassie?”
A ‘shhhhh!’ came from behind one of the large bureaus of drawers, Cassie’s head popping out to peer at him. “Over here!” she whispered, waving her little hand at him. “I’ve got lots of loot for us to take!”
He grinned and rushed over to join his sister. There was an array of shoes, bags, scarves, and other bright pieces of cloth in a pile nearly as tall as they were. “We can put this in a bag? Which one?”
His twin grinned back at him and reached down to pluck a navy leather bag from the pile. “Mummy said this was last season; Marc Jacobs. We can get her a new one when we find our treasure!”
“Here.” Carter bent over and picked out a brightly patterned scarf, holding it up to read the words hidden in the designs. Hermès. “You need to tie this around your head, like a proper pirate.”
The dark hair girl grabbed the scarf and wrapped it over her hair. “What did you get from Papa’s office?” she asked. Before he could reply, she squeaked and grabbed a pair of sparkly shoes. “Look, they shine! And the bottom is red!”
“We can get real gold when we get to the Caribbean. And I can fend off the other pirates who want to steal our treasure.” Reaching into his little bag, Carter pulled out his prize; their father’s pretty little sword. He kept it on his desk, but it wasn’t locked up. Carter had seen Papa use it to open letters from the owls.
Cassie grinned, the expression dying slightly as another thought crossed her mind. “What are we going to do for snacks? It’s going to take us all day to get where we’re going.”
“Nana fixed us snacks! And we can catch some fishies on the way,” her brother replied knowingly. “She sent biscuits and fruit and some sammiches.” Nana made the best biscuits, even better than Auntie Mandy. It was good they had their nanny elf; Mummy didn’t know how to make biscuits. Or anything else to eat.
“Ooooh, biscuits!” Cassie had finished stuffing the leather bag full of their loot, but there was a lot they couldn’t fit in. It was okay -- where they were going, there would be lots better treasures. Mummy and Papa would be so proud! The little girl took the heavy bag and draped it over her shoulders, then gave her brother a toothy smile. “To the boat?”
“To the boat!”
★ ★ ★ ★
“Merlin, I swear, next time I agree to have lunch with my mother, hex me,” Penelope huffed as she strode into the master bedroom, shedding pumps and her suit jacket as she went. The clothes were tossed to the floor for Nana or one of the other elves to tend to, and barely a glance was given to Julian as she pushed into the closet in search of more comfortable garments. “I see you’ve deigned to wake up and join us.”
Julian, his dressing robe tied tightly around his middle, didn’t bother to turn around and look for Penelope. “If you’ve a problem with my weekend work schedule, there are approximately ten other bedroom suites in this house for you to use.” He took a sip of his coffee and closed his eyes, enjoying the rich depth of the caffeine-laden beverage.
“But my closet is here,” her voice called in reply, eliciting a faint snort from Julian. “Where else would I go?”
“The blue suite is always available,” he muttered.
“Julian!!!”
“What? I wasn’t serious.” Rather, he wasn’t entirely serious. But that wasn’t something she particularly needed to know.
Penelope, now attired much more comfortably in a pair of denims and soft button down, reappeared at the closet door. Her blue eyes were livid, her arms crossed over her chest. “Why are all my handbags and scarves and shoes on the floor of my closet?”
“Likely because the twins put them there?” He glanced over his shoulder and shrugged, then took another sip of coffee.
“Oh really? And where are our darling progeny now?”
“On a boat, sailing to Bermuda.”
Her lips thinned. “Now you decide to start joking? Where are they, Julian?”
He rolled his eyes and pointed out the window. “I wasn’t joking, Penelope. They’ve decided to give up on their education, take up a life of piracy, and sail to the Carribbean.”
Penelope stormed across the bedroom, muttering about cheek and crime lords as she went. “What are you talking...” she trailed off, eyes widening. “How did they get down to the beach?”
“Ask Nana.” He lifted his coffee to his lips and took another sip. “I was asleep.”
Her voice was nearly a squeak. “I put those wards up myself! They shouldn’t have been able to get past them! They’re five, for Merlin’s sake!”
His lips curled, partially in amusement at Penelope’s sputtering -- and partially in pride. His children were brilliant. His lips parted to make a comment about shoddy wandwork when she shrieked, “Is that my Hermès scarf Cassie’s wearing? My Marc Jacobs bag?!?!”
“In all likelihood, yes.” In their defense, the twins had tried to be quiet as they snuck in and out of the closet and bedroom... but ‘quiet’ had different meaning to a five year-old than it did to an adult. He’d heard most of their whispering, and the only reason he wasn’t already on the beach was the fact that the boat was spelled to stay right where it was.
“Go. Get. Them.” Penelope’s voice was low and heated. “Now.”
His lips twitched. He couldn’t resist. “Don’t you at least want to see if they can make --”
“Julian!”
He threw his free hand up in mock surrender. “Fine.” He took one final sip of coffee and pressed the mug into her hand, his fingers lingering on hers. “But admit it. Even this is still better than a meal with your mother.”
“That was never in question.”
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Carter and Cassandra Clearwater-Vaisey (with cameos by Julian Vaisey and Penelope Clearwater)
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,256
Summary: The twins are on a mission.
Author’s Notes: This is a very special birthday present for fiery_flamingo! The characters within come from pinksheep_wench and it’s second generation game, pink_lambs. Cassandra Clearwater-Vaisey and Penelope Clearwater are written by Sam, and Carter Clearwater-Vaisey and Julian Vaisey are written by me. Happy birthday, darling! I hope you enjoy the shenanigans of our little hellions.
Carter was on a mission, one of the Very Important type. He and his twin sister had been planning their adventure for days now, and it was the perfect time to pull it off. For the first few years of their life, they had never spent weekends at their father’s home in Devon. Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Sunday afternoons were spent with their father, and the rest of their time was with their mother in London.
Lately, though, the five year old had noticed they were spending more and more time at Papa’s house. And not just Cassie and him; Mummy was there a lot. It was nice. He liked having Mummy with them at Papa’s house, and he liked not having to go back and forth as much as they used to.
Mummy was gone now, and he and Cassie were under very strict instructions to not wake Papa. When he had to work very late, he slept until lunchems... which was why Carter was being very, very quiet as he tiptoed towards Mummy’s closet. Cassie was already there, finding the perfect loot for their treasure trip.
He slipped through Papa’s closet and turned to the left, grinning at the cracked door just beyond the first row of suits. It was lighter in Mummy’s closet; all whites and pinks and golds, with rows and rows of shoes. “Cassie?”
A ‘shhhhh!’ came from behind one of the large bureaus of drawers, Cassie’s head popping out to peer at him. “Over here!” she whispered, waving her little hand at him. “I’ve got lots of loot for us to take!”
He grinned and rushed over to join his sister. There was an array of shoes, bags, scarves, and other bright pieces of cloth in a pile nearly as tall as they were. “We can put this in a bag? Which one?”
His twin grinned back at him and reached down to pluck a navy leather bag from the pile. “Mummy said this was last season; Marc Jacobs. We can get her a new one when we find our treasure!”
“Here.” Carter bent over and picked out a brightly patterned scarf, holding it up to read the words hidden in the designs. Hermès. “You need to tie this around your head, like a proper pirate.”
The dark hair girl grabbed the scarf and wrapped it over her hair. “What did you get from Papa’s office?” she asked. Before he could reply, she squeaked and grabbed a pair of sparkly shoes. “Look, they shine! And the bottom is red!”
“We can get real gold when we get to the Caribbean. And I can fend off the other pirates who want to steal our treasure.” Reaching into his little bag, Carter pulled out his prize; their father’s pretty little sword. He kept it on his desk, but it wasn’t locked up. Carter had seen Papa use it to open letters from the owls.
Cassie grinned, the expression dying slightly as another thought crossed her mind. “What are we going to do for snacks? It’s going to take us all day to get where we’re going.”
“Nana fixed us snacks! And we can catch some fishies on the way,” her brother replied knowingly. “She sent biscuits and fruit and some sammiches.” Nana made the best biscuits, even better than Auntie Mandy. It was good they had their nanny elf; Mummy didn’t know how to make biscuits. Or anything else to eat.
“Ooooh, biscuits!” Cassie had finished stuffing the leather bag full of their loot, but there was a lot they couldn’t fit in. It was okay -- where they were going, there would be lots better treasures. Mummy and Papa would be so proud! The little girl took the heavy bag and draped it over her shoulders, then gave her brother a toothy smile. “To the boat?”
“To the boat!”
★ ★ ★ ★
“Merlin, I swear, next time I agree to have lunch with my mother, hex me,” Penelope huffed as she strode into the master bedroom, shedding pumps and her suit jacket as she went. The clothes were tossed to the floor for Nana or one of the other elves to tend to, and barely a glance was given to Julian as she pushed into the closet in search of more comfortable garments. “I see you’ve deigned to wake up and join us.”
Julian, his dressing robe tied tightly around his middle, didn’t bother to turn around and look for Penelope. “If you’ve a problem with my weekend work schedule, there are approximately ten other bedroom suites in this house for you to use.” He took a sip of his coffee and closed his eyes, enjoying the rich depth of the caffeine-laden beverage.
“But my closet is here,” her voice called in reply, eliciting a faint snort from Julian. “Where else would I go?”
“The blue suite is always available,” he muttered.
“Julian!!!”
“What? I wasn’t serious.” Rather, he wasn’t entirely serious. But that wasn’t something she particularly needed to know.
Penelope, now attired much more comfortably in a pair of denims and soft button down, reappeared at the closet door. Her blue eyes were livid, her arms crossed over her chest. “Why are all my handbags and scarves and shoes on the floor of my closet?”
“Likely because the twins put them there?” He glanced over his shoulder and shrugged, then took another sip of coffee.
“Oh really? And where are our darling progeny now?”
“On a boat, sailing to Bermuda.”
Her lips thinned. “Now you decide to start joking? Where are they, Julian?”
He rolled his eyes and pointed out the window. “I wasn’t joking, Penelope. They’ve decided to give up on their education, take up a life of piracy, and sail to the Carribbean.”
Penelope stormed across the bedroom, muttering about cheek and crime lords as she went. “What are you talking...” she trailed off, eyes widening. “How did they get down to the beach?”
“Ask Nana.” He lifted his coffee to his lips and took another sip. “I was asleep.”
Her voice was nearly a squeak. “I put those wards up myself! They shouldn’t have been able to get past them! They’re five, for Merlin’s sake!”
His lips curled, partially in amusement at Penelope’s sputtering -- and partially in pride. His children were brilliant. His lips parted to make a comment about shoddy wandwork when she shrieked, “Is that my Hermès scarf Cassie’s wearing? My Marc Jacobs bag?!?!”
“In all likelihood, yes.” In their defense, the twins had tried to be quiet as they snuck in and out of the closet and bedroom... but ‘quiet’ had different meaning to a five year-old than it did to an adult. He’d heard most of their whispering, and the only reason he wasn’t already on the beach was the fact that the boat was spelled to stay right where it was.
“Go. Get. Them.” Penelope’s voice was low and heated. “Now.”
His lips twitched. He couldn’t resist. “Don’t you at least want to see if they can make --”
“Julian!”
He threw his free hand up in mock surrender. “Fine.” He took one final sip of coffee and pressed the mug into her hand, his fingers lingering on hers. “But admit it. Even this is still better than a meal with your mother.”
“That was never in question.”