https://www.tumblr.com/multiversesweets/755051484715040768/so-you-know-how-you-have-the-dark-series-imagine
Hear me out, instead of LL she goes the opposite and responds with disappearing. Oh so arm candy knows what’s best for this family? Suddenly big brother is taking orders on shipping off the baby? The same baby he has spent her entire life protecting, raising, spoiling?! No one else is gonna try to step in an stop him? Well alright then.
Looks him did in the eyes “you won’t have to worry about me being in your way since it’s clear I’m not wanted in this family and I don’t intend on staying somewhere I’m not wanted. Fill my absence with what’s her face for all I care” slams the door to her room.
Charles (having adopted a new attitude from the new gf) rolls his eyes at everyone else in the room “what a drama queen, we’ll take drive her down to the boarding school in the morning”
Next morning they knock on her bedroom door and as it opens they don’t see her there and her clothes bags and shoes are missing. “Maybe she decided to drive alone” “without a goodbye” and when Charles calls the school for confirmation “I’m sorry Mr. Leclerc but she’s not here in fact we received and email that plans had changed and not to be expecting her at all”
She’s gone?! She could be hurt! She could be laying in a ditch! And they had no way of knowing! LL has disappeared and no one knows where she is! “Charles, this is all your fault!!”
As the private jet starts to take off, LL looks at her phone ringing on the table and turns it off as a hand lands on her thigh, she turns and smiled at its owner.
Oh come on, her big brothers didn’t think they were the only men that were wrapped around her finger did they? If they didn’t think she deserved to be spoiled anymore, well she had plenty more to choose from.
Relax, she’ll let her brothers know she’s fine…eventually 😏
AHEHAHHHHHHHH THIS IS SOOOOO EVIL
"how about you stop being an inconsiderate brat for once, and actually listen? you don't have everything figured out like you think you do!" charles snaps, brows furrowed in annoyance, chest heaving as he unleashes his temper. the last place he thought he'd catch you in was a bar— a filthy nightclub wasn't the place you were supposed to be, and it gave root to the doubts already swimming in his head.
had charles and his brothers spoiled you too much to the point of being so temperemental and rude, that the moment he disagrees with you, you were throwing a hissy fit? he could hear his girlfriend whispering to him, telling him all about how you had them wrapped so tightly around your web there was little reason to his judgement.
mayhaps she had been right. perhaps he had been too lenient and doting of you that you turned out to be disobidient. perhaps distance would be good; some discipline to your life... his resolve hardened.
"i hate you! all she wants is to make me disappear to live my life and you're too stupid to realize it. if i'm so inconsiderate and awful, i don't intend on staying! i know where i'm not wanted." you shrug off his grip on your arm, wincing at the bruise you were certain he'd left there. it wasn't enough he had gripped you like a rag doll, he had yelled at you all through it.
your brother has never been so rough and angry with you— he had dragged you to the steps of your home, to the shock of the staff and least of all, your brother's stoicism. arthur was looking at you in disapproval, and lorenzo was quiet, albeit tense. it was clear they disapproved of your actions, and were in solidarity with charles' sentiments.
you had never felt so angry; you entertained the spite, yet your eyes were stinging with tears as you ran upstairs.
charles rolls his eyes, "we raised the star of the season; a fucking drama queen." he huffs, undoing his tight tie, "be up and early tommorow. we're shipping her off."
the next morning, the adrenaline of having to look for you in the middle of the night had wore off. they weren't seething about your carelessness anymore.
arthur took the initiative to knock on your door, as gentle as he could be, "princess... are you up yet? can we talk?" the staff had been doing so for half an hour, and when they'd come up to him; all frantic and worried, he had asked for them to fetch your room keys. after he had patiently waited for a response, he forced the door open.
his blood ran cold. your room looked like it had been ransacked— sporadic clothes strewn about, closet empty, your bed was cold, and the balcony was open.
arthur ran over the railing, looking for you and failing miserably; you had probably fled into the night and he was stupid. they were stupid.
panic sunk in like a terrible, twisted joke that made him spin into a frenzy. he yelled for his brothers, pulling out his own phone to contact the security around the premise. charles quickly emailed your school in vain attempt, while lorenzo was already on the phone with authorities.
you weren't built for a life outside of their care— no, you were such a delicate flower, carefully nurtured and adored, how could you ever survive out of their care? the world was a twisted place. one that you were never truly familiar with, which was by their careful design.
how could they do this to you? oh, how could they threaten you with such a vile accusation, that seemed sorely insignificant and intolerable now? how could they reproach you in ways only a lesser man would? how could they let you feel as if you were anything but wonderful?
how could they allow anybody else to care for you?
"this is all your fucking fault charles!" arthur lashes out, "you and that raggedy bitch that made her feel this way." his words dripped like venom.
"all i wanted was the best for her!" charles snaps, running his hand through his hair, tangling it further.
"ferme ta gueule! we all had a hand in this." lorenzo hisses. "think rationally for once. if she's still in the country, where would she go? start calling in for checkpoints and send out notices in airports."
charles swallows, "i'd send out people to search for her in foot. if she's still in town, we can close the whole city down... i'll call maman."
"you tell her without mincing your words; you hear? you tell her you were drunk on a cunt enough to treat our sister so shitty." arthur snaps, and lorenzo didn't reproach him one bit.
"oh, my sweet girl." he wraps his arms around you, "i'm so glad you called me, and so disappointed with how they treated you."
you hum, pursing your lips in attempt to keep the tears at bay, "i don't want to see them." you murmur, knowing well that he had the means to bar your brothers from entering the country.
"ofcourse, süße." he hums, "anything you want. we're so happy you're here."
"thankyou, uncle michael." you pull back with a wet laugh, "i'm sorry for intruding."
"nonesense, mick has never been so happy, and gina's so ecstatic, i'm basically the best father in the world right now."
you mirror his laugh. who said they were the only ones that loved you? you weren't the treasure of france for nothing— you were the paris of the people, the one everyone doted on and loved it was a slight to call you spoiled.
hmph. let's see if she could spin his head around your disappearance this time. she thinks she could live your life with lies? bitch is dreaming.
