moments with the leclerc family
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carlos points the camera to charles, the monégasque gripping his arm rest with a nervous grin, "what's up?"
carlos laughs, "what's up mate? you nervous?"
charles squints with a giggle, his eyes darting elsewhere as the plane shakes with turbulence, "fucking shit." carlos doubles over to let out a wheeze in response.
"anything you have to say then?" he grips his phone with one hand, settling back on the chair to center himself.
"yeah, i mean." charles nods, "to my sister, y/n gianna leclerc, we had good times. i left everything in your name, by the way." he rambles with a laugh tumbling out.
"to charles' sister, i also left everything in your na—"
"if this plane doesn't take you out, i will." charles tosses his phone towards carlos, the spaniard giggling like a child as the camera pans away.
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"there's my baby!" charles grins as he sees you emerge with a pout, "how's the dentist?" you mumble something incoherent while pascale pats your head like a petulant child.
"that bad huh?" although he seemed sympathetic of your plight, he was actually grinning at the prospect of you... in braces. "poor baby." he draws you in his arms, and you hit him multiple times as he shakes with laughter.
you'd always been gorgeous; the braces will humanize you.
"stop bullying your sister!" pascale warns from the kitchen, whipping up a snack. "arthur, i will actually kick you out if you post her pictures."
arthur slowly puts his phone down, peeking from his hiding place where he intended to take a silly picture of you. you glared at him, mouthing a bad word. charles laughs, "that's not nice, sweetpea."
"well, i don't feel very nice, you idiot." you grumble, hiding in your brother's jacket.
"i'm sorry, princess. come on." arthur croons, while charles hides you away in his arms, "ah-ah. you should have been kind."
"i am! i got her flowers and icecream." arthur says, "i just wanted a new instagram icon." he whispers, leaning his head against your shoulder.
you also hit him hard, and he laughs.
"we got you all the good stuff, come on!"
"i want enzo," you sniffle as they pull you along, looping your arms around theirs. "you're both bullies."
"you know we love you, princess." arthur sings, pressing a kiss to your cheeks. your jaw drops at the array in the dining, where flowers and stuff toys, and even chocolates and ice cream were laid out aplenty.
"come on baby, let's make you feel better." charles pulls a chair for you.
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"keep looking." lorenzo barks as the three of them shake their heads in unison, there was water dripping from every known place as they try to find your ring in the murky sea waters.
"it's fine, we don't—" you hiccup as your brothers sank into the ocean again, adamant about finding your pearl ring. so you cried about it; not because you were a spoiled little thing, but even if you were, so what? but because of it's sentimental value. your papa gave it to you when you turned twelve and you had it since.
"that's fine, chérie." pascale tips her hat closer to her face, looking as careless as ever as she peaks at her sons swimming about in circles. "that's why you have brothers."
you wipe your tears with the back of your hands, "but maman..."
"got it!" arthur emerges with the ring pinched in his fingers, coughing up a storm, but grinning nevertheless. "told you we'd find it for you."
you cheered as the rest of your brothers swam up from the sea, all with red eyes and some tan on their bare chests, but clapping arthur on the back as they see your ring.
you jump down the ramp; not without exclaims of being careful, throwing your arms around your brothers in gratefulness.
"hey, i raised good mermaids." pascale claps, blowing excited kisses, and jerking away as you all started to play in the water. "don't get me wet or else..."
