"I've Just Seen A Clip Of When Chadwick Was By Himself, Talking To The Chat. He Goes: Do You Think Lestappen

Charles defended superbly for so many laps against the damn rocketship, but of course people will say that since he lost two positions in the race, it was a bad race and he's a bad driver. What kind of world do I live in?

interlinked edit for my beloved lestappies

Charles, once again, sitting wherever he pleases in the cool down room. Girl is living proof of pretty privilege, max would have not let that shit slide if it were someone else 😭😭😭

the only one who matches max's ✨freak✨

Saudi Arabia GP 2024 - Max and Charles Edition

everyone please observe as to how lestapiastri are seated here. Max and Oscar both taking the much more dominant leg folded over the other, alpha cock-sure couch positions. While Charles on the other hand is in more of a submissively arched legs-crossed demurely, chussy facing the world pose.

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 😭

Charles sure was enjoying himself

Max was DEVOURING him with his eyes

Do you know any charles arranged marriage fic which are dark or will make me cry for him (I don't know what I'm saying I hope you understand)

omg you actually stumped me, i honestly can't think of any, and my ao3 snooping didn't turn up anything either 😣

so sorry, love!

if anyone knows of any, please reply!

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.