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act two chapter six.

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irisblanche via close friends:

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arthur_leclerc:
ARE YOU AMBUSHING HIM???

irisblanche:
IT WAS HER IDEA.
IT WASN'T MINE.

arthur_leclerc:
SO FIRST YOU'RE
SURPRISING HIM
AND NOW YOU'RE BRINGING
GRAND-MÉRE. AND AUGUST.

irisblanche:
THIS WAS NOT MY FAULT.
MICK PUT THEM ON MY JET.
IT WAS HIS WAY OF APOLOGIZING
BUT I THINK HE JUST WANTS TO TORTURE CHARLES

arthur_leclerc:
THAT IS EVIL
I LOVE IT.

irisblanche:
YOU ARE HORRIBLE

augustisthebestmonth:
i bet charles dnf's

irisblanche:
and if he does i'll throw you in a lake
why are you even texting me
you're sat next to me

augustisthebestmonth:
shut up

IRIS BLANCHE LOVED A GOOD SURPRISE, IF YOU COULDN'T TELL ALREADY. She loved surprising other and being surprised, there was something so heartfelt about seeing genuine shock and joy.

It had only been a week since she had been surprised by Charles Leclerc. And now, here she was at the Red Bull Ring being snuck in one of the back entrances by Sebastian - Mick had refused to partake any further in the surprise, loaning his jet had been enough (and also shoving the rest of Iris's family onto the jet was bound to end in disaster)

Iris and August were arguing as per usual, while Seb led the way to the Ferrari garage.

At one point August believed that the Aston Martin driver was going to kill them due to the sketchy ways he was leading them around the circuit.

"Can you stop talking?" Iris groaned, she was seriously going to kill Mick when she saw him. The singer didn't mind her grand-mére's presence but August was just...August. He was a nuisance. "No-one is getting you a pet squid and no-one is going to kill you."

"Oh!" He exclaimed, "That reminds me," he ran in-front of Seb and held his hands out, halting any movement from anyone else, "I forgot to tell you all, that next year, I'm going to be in formula three."

"Holy shit!" Iris cheered, seemingly having forgotten how annoying her brother had just been to embrace him in a hug, "Are you being serious, this isn't a prank?"

"I'm being serious!" He pulled back from the hug with a wide smile and Iris swore the last time he had smiled so much was the day Ned, the snake, had shat on him. (August was a very odd teenager) "I'll be driving with Prema. Hopefully, I can get into the academy. And be like dad."

When he mentioned their father, he glanced in his grand-mére's direction and she stiffly smiled.

"Congratulations, August."

They continued walking and only August had been over the moon with everyone's reactions as he talked Seb's ear off in-front.

Iris was watching her grand-mére with a frown, having not expected such a short reaction. Let alone one that didn't really sound heartfelt.

What Iris didn't know was that Léana Ann Blanche was suffering from a small case of déja vu.

It had been like her son had been standing in-front of her all over again, the same cheer that had come from him when he had found it he would be competing in one of feda series of formula one.

And just like that she had been reminded of her son that had been taken from her.

It wasn't often she felt like this. But, sometimes when August did something she would feel as though her son was there, all over again and as if he had never been taken from her. When August smiled she saw straight him and saw how he was exactly like his father.

And that was when Léana realized just how lucky she was to have her two grandchildren.

Iris was soon coming to the realization that Arthur and August were the biggest headaches known to man. Separately, there were headaches but when you put them together in such a small vicinity it was hell on earth.

Iris never thought there could be someone quite like August. But, it turns out that Arthur was his double.

Her and Lorenzo had had their fingers pinching their nose for at least half an hour at this rate as the other two didn't dare to shut up, they had even talked over the Austrian anthem.

Iris was half tempted to bang their two heads together but that would no doubt spark another conversation topic for the pair.

She had finally had enough when Charles had begun to lead the race.

"Shut up—"

Holy shit! Charles was leading the race. Holy shit!

Her squeals mixed with the cheers of the Ferrari garage. Not only was Charles leading the race he had done it so beautifully as well.

"Holy shit!" August cursed, promoting the three adults around him to slap him on a section of his body to scold him. "Ow! Why did all three of you have to hit me?" He asked looking at Lorenzo, Iris and his grand-mére.

"You swore." Lorenzo shrugged.

"Plus, you were being annoying." Iris joined in on the shrugging as August deflated.

The teenage boy shook his head, "They're so horrible to me." He frowned and looked up at Arthur.

The youngest Leclerc rubbed August's shoulder, "I know, buddy, I know."

Iris was loving Austria. She was loving that the love of her life was winning and despise how annoying they had been, she was glad August was settling in well within the Leclerc family.

Léana however, seemed to be on a completely different planet. And definitely not enjoying being at Austria, or perhaps at the race track in general.

Noticing the shake in her grand-mére's hand, Iris got Lorenzo to bring a chair over, "Sit." The singer ordered when she saw how her relative declined it and rolled her eyes. "Very mature, grand-mére, sit down."

"I don't need to sit down, Iris. I'll be fine when it's all over."

The answer she gave only made Iris roll her eyes again and point to the chair.

"The things I do to keep you kids happy." She muttered with a slight smile as she down in the chair, her hands still shaking as she gripped onto her purse.

"You didn't have to be here today, you could've told me." Iris said to her grandma, "I should've realized it would've been your first time since..."

"The Monaco memorial." Léana nodded her head slowly as that day invaded her mind. The day this sport had payed such a beautiful tribute to her son, the last time she was ever spotted in a paddock. "I thought I'd be okay, but, being here today is like all those years ago."

"And finding out August was going to race..." Iris' heart broke as she realized why her grandma had been so apprehensive earlier, "Everything just reminds me of your dad, today. And I wasn't prepared for that."

Iris crouched down, so she could be level with her grand-mére, "It's not easy, I know that. But, I think you've got a good opportunity to make new memories at these race tracks. Travel the world with August, just like you did with papa. And you'll enjoy it just as much, I promise."

Léana heartily laughed, "You think I'm going to leave August alone, traveling around the world? They'll fire him in two hours."

The girls began to laugh as August began listening in to their conversation, "Hey! Take that back!"

Iris flicked his arm, "Stop snooping."

He frowned, "Why must you always gang up on me?"

Yet again, Arthur patted him on the back, "I know how it feels."

Lorenzo laughed, loudly, drawing attention to the group of people who were constantly laughing at something and most likely not paying attention to the race, "Oh, Arthur! Get a grip!"

They all laughed, except Arthur. And the youngest Leclerc could only hold such betrayal on his face when August laughed. "Traitor."

Someone came up to them, tapping Léana on the shoulder, "Do you think you could keep it quiet over here, some of us are trying to focus on the race?"

The woman rolled her eyes, "Do you know how I am?" The Blanche responded, causing her grandchildren to look at each other with wide eyes as they never expected their grandma to play that card.

The complainer just stared at the woman with wide eyes, prompting the Blanche to continue speaking, "I am Marc Blanche's mother, you know the world champion. I'm here as curtesy of Charles Leclerc and I'm sure he'd be fine with me and my family having a laugh, don't you think? So, take your complaint and hobble back over to your little corner."

August covered his mouth with Arthur as they looked away from the situation to stop them from laughing.

Iris however had her mouth hung up, "Grand-mere! That was so rude!"

Léana rolled her eyes, "Some people need to know how to lighten up, especially some of the middle aged fans in this garage. They're terribly boring."

Iris couldn't help but laugh at her grand-mére.

The laughter had to come to a quick stop when they saw Carlos' car come to as stop and setting on fire.

The group looked between one another as Lorenzo spoke, "At least it wasn't Charles."

They all hummed in agreement.

It was 71 laps of pure joy, for the family members in the garage, of course.

Charles had been shitting himself the whole race. This was a major race for him to win and he didn't like to toot his own horn, but he thought he had drove pretty beautifully.

And he mostly definitely deserved victory.

He parked his car behind the glorious number one sign and apparently he was supposed to go to some cool down room...? He hadn't even known those were to exist.

But, to him there were much more important things to do than cool down. He had to celebrate!

His headed towards the mass sea of red and saw all the crew members pushing particular people to the front, he paused in his steps and rubbed at his visor. Was that truly Iris?

Or was it post race hallucinations or something?

Arthur rolled his eyes, slapping his hands against the fence to gain Charles' attention, "Get over here! Kiss your woman!"

Lorenzo took the beautiful responsibility of slapping Arthur on the side of the head.

Charles didn't waste much more time before throwing himself into Iris' arms and being mindful of the barrier that separated them. (He really did not need to hurt himself)

He received multiple slaps on the back from various members of the Ferrari crew but the safe haven he had been embraced in was truly the only thing that mattered to him.

Even though he wore his visor, Iris knew he would be able to hear her perfectly, "I'm so proud of you, mon trésor."

Her hands came to rest on either side of his helmet as she pulled back from his embrace to press a delicate kiss to the top of his helmet, "My winner."

A gag sounded in the background and they both knew it was August.

Charles let his eyes fall behind August and saw the one person he was actually scared to meet. Léana Ann Blanche. He was not prepared for this right now, he was sweaty, thirsty and very hot to touch.

And he did not want to ruin Léana's sleek outfit.

His hand reached over August, deliberately hitting the boy on his way, "Léana, it is my greatest pleasure to be meeting you. You've raised the most beautiful woman, it's truly an ode to you."

Lorenzo and Arthur had to conceal their girls as the woman only smiled at him, shaking his hand.

"Call me Grand-mére, Leclerc." She smiled and brought him in for a hug.

Silently, he cheered for himself and shook his fist in celebration behind her back.

August laughed loudly, "Holy shit, no-one's ever got grand-mére's approval so fast."

Charles smiled under his helmet but had to move onto the celebration's with his brothers and the rest of his team.

Léana could only smile, "He's special."

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irisblanche: mon trésor 🤍

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userone: i cannot. i'm going to die all alone

usertwo: hello?!?!? iris and grand-mére are literally paddock royalty, i love them 😭
augustisthebestmonth: what about me?
usertwo: @augustisthebestmonth, who are you?

charles_leclerc: mon ange, je t'aime pour toujours ❤️
irisblanche: ❤️❤️❤️❤️ je t'aime chaque jour davantage.

userthree: you happy people make me SICK
carlossainz55: agreed ☝🏼
landonowins: oh my god we get it you and isa broke up

userfour: iris, missed all the last races - terrible results. iris, shows up to austria and we win. KEEP THIS WOMAN, CHARLES!!!
charles_leclerc: stop shouting at me ⁉️

arthur_leclerc: you guys make me feel violently ill
irisblanche: okay!

mickschumacher: hmmm.
irisblanche: thanks for the jet, dickhead.

userfive: why are the bffs fighting. why is mick a dickhead. i can't take this.

usersix: how are we all ignoring the massive slay that is grand-mére blanche. that woman is my icon, i want to be like her.
grandmereblanche: what is a slay?
charles_leclerc: i'll be back soon to explain, grand-mére!
grandmereblanche: don't mansplain to me.

userseven: grand-mére saying he's special after they hugged. don't talk to me. i'm emotionally unavailable.

ferrari: golden boy. 🤩
smoothoperator: do i NOT exist?!?!?

usereight: i just think that iris and charles >>

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grandmereblanche via instagram stories:

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augustisthebestmonth:
mon dieu grand-mére,
how do you even know that song?

grandmereblanche:
i love the weeknd

charles_leclerc via instagram stories:

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pascaleclerc:
see you next week, my special boy ❤️

charles_leclerc:
PARDON.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
i don't think i'm ready to say goodbye to my lovers in like less than ten chapters ☹️

anyway onto france 🤩