Will Always Be Proud Of Him. ❤️

*The first time Max and Charles met*

Max, internally: Wow, Charles seems great, he's good-looking. Wow, I'm... kinda in love. I definitely wanna get closer with him for sure

Charles: Hi, I'm Charles Leclerc, nice to meet you

Max, to Jos: Can you get rid of him?

Charles: Well, fuck you too

Max, internally: Fucking shit, Verstappen, come on, what the fuck

ollie and kimi stop admitting to committing crimes 2k25 what do you MEAN that wasn't the only time y'all took stuff from his wallet

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the way the light hits his eyes in this makes it seem like his pupils have turned into little hearts

he might be so happy that there are actual hearts in his eyes for ferrari right now 😭

Babe wake up, Richard Siken is posting about F1 RPF again.

I'll help you with omega charles agenda because just look at him his face, body literally everything screams omega and I desperately need to see him get devour by oscar and max like absolutely fucked out of his mind (even better make it dark romance)

You just know both Max and Oscar’s nights were made that they were able to be there with their omega getting his first podium of the season.

i don't really care if something good happened to your driver. it should've happened to charles leclerc instead

Just noticed this in Wind Breaker chapter 56. I overlooked this the first time because it's just one panel, but compare Sakura's posture and facial expression here vs. what it looks like when he squares up normally (via chapter 3):

It really looks to me like this kid woke up to find his closest school friends in his apartment and was immediately just like, "Oh, I guess we're fighting now." 🫠🫠

wdym the lestappen lore begins with charles (CHARLES!) being so mad at losing a karting race that he finishes second, then proceeds to drive 15 year old max verstappen into a puddle full of mud in val d’argenton.

you mean to say that teenaged charles was so resentful about losing that he did something so utterly unsportsmanlike (but pettily hilarious) to spite his rival…after the race was already finished.

that max, who was told he could never lose, who was taught to anticipate everything his competitors did - was blindsided by the frustration of a boy who wanted first place just as much as he did.

you’re telling me that they raced side by side as hungry, focused young people; wheel to wheel to the finish line with nothing but their skill, the karts their families gave them, and raw ambition. that this is a core memory for them and the stuff of legend for other racers in their peer group.

then you’re telling me that the both of them made the sacrifices. raced even harder. that other people noticed and named one mad max, the other il predestinato.

you tell me that they made it to the top level of f1 - a statistical improbability, literally two of thousands and thousands who tried - and are now two of the top drivers in the entire world.

and now, they sit in front of dozens of media, millions of fans, decibels of deafening noise — and they laugh and joke about this over a decade later.

so you can try to iron out the creases, PR train the champions, teach the athletes to guard their words. you can hone both men into carefully gleaming icons.

but in their heart of hearts, they are just this: two boys, determined to get to the finish line by passing each other first.

this is my roman empire actually.

This reminds me of that one fic from ao3

what sewis has going with charles

🎶 I can’t believe that it’s finally me and you, and you and me, just us, and your friend Steve. (And my desperate need to hold your waist.)

Du-du-du-du-du-du-du Steve. 🎶