LOVER.
act two chapter thirteen.

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ferrarisbiggestfan: charles leclerc did not win in singapore, he came second. ferrari and charles have been second best a lot of times this season, sometimes we've been worse than second best. and for a team with such an amazing legacy we have to do better.

i think we should get a new 'golden boy', let's invest in an actually decent driver for once. one that didn't fill us with fake promise at the start of the season and absolutely fuck off by the time the fifth race strolls around.

fucking clown. #getrideofleclerc

tagged: @charlesleclerc @ferrari

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userone: ferrari fans might actually be deluded you know

usertwo: it hurts having to support ferrari and you being one of their fans

userthree: you had the most potential out of your car this year and decided to create the #getridofleclerc you ferrari fans are funny

userfour: will never be schumacher, will never be vettel and will never be max or beat max
userfive: is in bed with a blanche just because he thought it'd make him better

bedroomsinger: why do you exist

sebsgoldenchild: what is your problem?

not_aleclerc: this is nice!
bedroomsinger: i told you to block this account my love
not_aleclerc: i did!
bedroomsinger: then how are you commenting...?

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IRIS BLANCHE 😔:
are you at home
or on a walk with weenie?

CHARLES LECLERC?!? 🤮:
walking weenie
at home

IRIS BLANCHE 😔:
may i ask how that works

CHARLES LECLERC?!? 🤮:
we're walking around in circles
listening to mozart

IRIS BLANCHE 😔:
this is getting more questionable
by the minute
will you please let me in
i left my key in my shoe

CHARLES LECLERC?!? 🤮:
why do you leave keys in
your shoes

IRIS BLANCHE 😔:
so we don't get robbed

CHARLES LECLERC?!? 🤮:
but how can we get robbed
if the robber is already inside
and the key is inside your shoe
surely that defeats the purpose

IRIS BLANCHE 😔:
no it doesn't
now please
let me in
it's bloody cold

CHARLES LECLERC?!? 🤮:
it's only october

IRIS BLANCHE 😔:
CHARLES.
stop replying and LET ME IN.

CHARLES LECLERC?!? 🤮:
OKAY
i'm doing it now

IF POSSIBLE, CHARLES HAD MORE SASS IN HIS WALK THAN HE DID HIS TEXT. Iris had simply been doing the food shop when she saw 'ferrarisbiggestfan' latest post. Biggest fan my ass. This was not the first time the account had posted something harsh when it comes to Charles and the team, and it wasn't often Charles read them but he had clearly read this one.

Iris had abandoned the food shop and headed straight home when she'd seen his comment beneath the post.

She sighed when he walked straight back into the living room.

Charles was sad. And even Weenie was.

Teenie, as per usual, was not paying attention to either of them and sat on the highest part of her cat tower.

Iris always tried her best to comfort Charles after a bad race or something along those lines, usually though they'd agree to at least ten minutes beforehand where Charles is left alone just to calm down.

Iris supposed his ten minutes, this time, had come in the form of walking Weenie in circles to the sound of Mozart.

Oh, Charles was definitely angry.

"Wanna talk about it?" She asked as she threw herself onto their sofa, Teenie immediately jumping off her tower to sit on Iris' lap.

Charles shook his head, "Nothing to talk about."

He had his back turned to them, but Iris and Teenie both shook their heads, "Don't do that, Charles. You saw it, you commented on it and you clearly feel something about it. Because if you didn't you wouldn't be listening to Mozart or walking Weenie in circles."

"I always do this." He shrugged.

"Charles." Iris said with a hint of warning in her tone.

"It's fine. Leave it." Charles insisted.

Iris sighed, throwing her head back on the sofa, would she leave it?

No. To her, leaving it wasn't the right thing to do.

"What that account says isn't true, Charles. You shouldn't listen to them when they probably don't even know how to drive an F1 car." It was easy for Iris to say but she knew it was harder for Charles to listen to her when it was much easier to spend hours scrolling through comments to see their opinion on you.

Iris could only hope Charles would listen to her instead.

"You made a few mistakes this season, so what? You've got next year to fix those mistakes and show Max he's not untouchable. Your car was fucked up at multiple points, that's not your fault. And next year, Ferrari will fix it. You might come second or third this season, but you will always have the next season." Iris said as Charles paused the Mozart and looked as though he was about to leave the room, "You can't let this season stop you from succeeding next year."

"And there's no way on this earth that Ferrari drop you, not when there's still so much talent in you."

"How can you be so sure?" Charles asked, and Iris was shocked at how quiet his voice was. Charles had never been so quiet, so fearful.

Iris smiled, pulling on his hand and dragging him down to sit next to her, Weenie jumping up almost instantly to sit on Charles and glare at Teenie.

"I know because Charles Leclerc doesn't just give up after a bad race, or a bad season. He wants to accomplish his dreams, that doesn't happen if you just give up."

He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer, kissing the crown of her head, "Sorry, I should've just let you talk, you're good at this."

She shrugged with a smile, "I just want to see you as champion, my love. I think I'd kill someone if it—"

"Let's not kill anyone." Charles' eyes widened, laughing nervously.

"I was kidding, Charles, you don't seriously think I'd kill someone, do you?"

"No! No! Of course not, mon ange." He kissed her head again while Iris frowned.

If she wasn't about to commit murder at least one of the animals on their laps was going to.

"Weenie, no!" The singer scolded, "We don't bite our sisters."

"I bit Arthur." Charles shrugged, holding the dog up into the air.

"That's Arthur." Iris shrugged, cradling Teenie, "Plus, he probably deserved it."

"I'm so going to tell him that."

"Don't you dare!" She warned as he ran up off the sofa, "Charles, your name is too long, Leclerc, if you do not get back here I will not kill someone to make you champion!"

"Why would I want you to kill someone?!"

While Charles may have been chased around his apartment by a cat and his girlfriend he couldn't help but smile at the idea that next year he'd be champion. And the most important person in his world would be there from start to finish.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
i'm going to miss them and their farm

it hurts writing this from the perspective of october 2022 knowing charles and ferrari are doing no better this year 😭