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[sapphireaazul]

“max: I was expecting kimi to come by, I looked in my mirror and I just saw a RED ROCKET (charles) incoming. HEHEHEHE (💀💀) I was like, I’ll just hold my line because if I move here, we’re gonna have an airplane shunt”

so if he was expecting an “inchident” 2.0, THEN WHY is he laughing so much while saying this? charles you act like a menace with max, but i fear he sees it as your foreplay 😅😭😭

[yayi92]

strange lover

[vivineed2sleep]

might as well post this here

[artist173]

some casual doodles (@loquarocoeur)

[generallydispleased]

When you playfully kick the ball at your BFF before instantly realising that this was in fact a serious game. With penalties.

[souvenir116]

is Max that funny Charles

[sharl-le-car]

“Ooh….woah,”

“Weird, no? Rear wing maybe didn’t close?”

“Yeah….”

[mikadonian]

Max being confused as to where he should go and then immediately going to Charles <3

[goldsbitch]

embrace tradition (lestappen) reject modernity (rustappen or gax or whichever the fuck is popular now)

[countingstars-17]

I'm feeling so many conflicting emotions right now.

On one hand, i'm genuinely so happy for Charles. It finally feels like Ferrari is moving in the right direction. I don't think he's in a position to fight for the championship this year, but it really looks like they're building something solid for the future. Maybe next year will finally be his chance.

More than anything, i think he needed this victory. He needed this moment, this win, this reminder of what he's capable of after everything he's been through.

On the other hand, i'm honestly worried about Max. I can't really see his future at Red Bull anymore, and with everything that's been happening lately, there are moments when I struggle to see his future in F1 at all.

The thing is, Max has already achieved more than most drivers could ever dream of. He's a multiple-time world champion, he's broken countless records, and he has nothing left to prove. That's exactly why I'm scared that, if he stops feeling happy or motivated, he could simply decide that he's had enough.

And what breaks my heart the most is the thought that we'll probably never get the title fight between Max and Charles that so many of us dreamed of. It would've been something truly special: two generational talents, at the peak of their careers, fighting for the same championship.

It almost feels like their careers are moving in completely different directions, and that thought genuinely breaks my heart.

[lestappen-stan]

very angry with his team, threatens to leave at the end of the year, risks getting terrible every race,

but WAIT let's put everything on hold for a moment that I have to go to Charles with this big smile to congratulate him on the victory 😃

[24heuresdumax]

nina my love,

i just watched yellowstone and the only i could think off was rancher max lol

i was hoping we could see more of him?

thank for always making my day with your drabbles!

(Also!! CL16 victory at Silverstone?? Charles!!! 😭😭😭 I've been out all weekend and haven't gotten a chance to watch the full race yet but from what everyone's said, it was bellissimo 😘 welcome back to the top step, king ♥️)

Hi Anons 🤠

Rancher!Max x Stripper!Charles AU: Part 1, Part 2

Yeehaw Max lmaooo bless you for coming up with this, Anon!! 😂😂

Previously:

"Can I explain some things while we drive?" He asks after Charles unlocks the passenger side door.

A pause.

And then, as Charles starts the engine, he says, very quietly: "I will give you seven minutes before I turn on the radio."

Max nods, watching as Charles pulls out of the paved parking lot and onto the empty road. Overhead, the stars shine brighter and Max feels, for the first time, the smallest bit of hope bloom in his chest.

The drive is silent aside from the sounds of the desert night, the soft billow of languid summer air and the even glide of the asphalt as they drive to Charles's small apartment in the city. Max wants so badly to reach over, to hold his darling boy's hand as they drive. The indigo night reflects a sea of stars that never fails to take his breath away as they drive towards a more derelict part of town, away from the super stores and bars.

Charles clutches at the steering wheel, jade eyes fixed on the road.

Dried tear tracks staining his cheeks and marring his once perfect makeup.

I did that, Max thinks, I hurt him. I hurt my Charlie.

His old, worn down heart compresses inward, almost choking the old rancher with the weight of guilt and grief. "I've always wanted a big family." He begins, unsure where to start but knowing if he doesn't speak now, Charles will be lost to him forever. "But I've always known the weight of legacy that's followed me around since the day I was born. The Verstappen ranching conglomerate is a multimillion dollar business that keeps growing—and it requires two people to lead it forward. Before me, it was my dad and his business partner. My grandfather and his business partner. So on and so forth. But I'm...well, my father would call be a hopeless idiot. My sister thinks it's romantic." He lets out a sardonic chuckle. "When I was a boy, I dreamed of happily ever afters. Of finding someone to love and cherish. A partner not just in love but in life."

Max never looks away from Charles, from the outline of his profile against the backdrop of the Texas night. He sees the way his pink lips part, the softest little gasp leaving them when he hears Max's words.

A partner not just in love, but in life.

"But you were afraid." His Charlie spits out. "You never took a chance."

"I took too many chances." Max doesn't hesitate to offer up his heart, to let Charles examine the cuts and wounds and decide for himself if it's anything worth keeping. "I fell for the wrong Omega again and again. So many of them don't realize what it takes to run a ranch this size. It's not about derbys and parties and fine clothes. It's about accounting, agriculture, business associations, animal husbandry, and a whole lot of other work that made all everyone of them squeal and turn their heads away. The work is tiring, the days are long, but I thought if we loved each other enough, we could build something well worth having." Max's hand aches to cup Charles's cheek, to have this young slip of an Omega see that the Alpha he's been sleeping with is nothing more than a tired, sad man who still hoped for love.

"Then you were s-stupid to go after all those debutantes." Charles pulls up to a small, well-maintained building on the far side town. He kills the engine but keeps both hands on the steering wheel, gaze forward. "You should have looked elsewhere. At other ranching families or people who knew more than how to curtsey and smile and say pretty things."

"I know. I know that now, Charlie. I was young and ignorant and—"

"You wanted something worthy. Someone who could stand by your side and not shame you." A lone teardrop rolls down his cheek. "Why would a used up stripper ever cross your mind?"

The self-hatred and hurt resonating through that lovely, soft accent crushes Max. The old, grizzled rancher who kept to himself and barely flinched after 12 hours herding cattle under the boiling hot sun.

He dares to place his large, veiny hand (covered in old scars and weatherbeaten from his decades ranching) atop Charles's smaller, delicate hand.

The Omega blinks rapidly, more tears dripping down his chin and staining his leather mini skirt.

Max doesn't dare to look away. "You're worth more than I can give you, Charles. Would you truly settle for a life with me on a ranch far away from the city, where I would be your only company? A life where I never left you alone because I...I want you, Charles. I want you in ways I shouldn't. Not just because you're beautiful and witty and clever but because...I want to build the rest of my life with you. However long that is."

"There you go again." His breath hitches. "Saying awful things about yourself. Well, you don't get to dictate how I feel." He finally turns, wet doe eyes piercing through Max. "And you don't get to tell me what I deserve. I haven't been able to make decisions for myself for a very, very long time. And you will sit here and let me choose." He glares at Max, as if expecting the old Alpha to challenge him.

But Max has met his match. Fiery, intelligent, and holding a past that he yearns to know more about.

"I'm sorry for how I've treated you, schat. For the way I've behaved and the things I allowed to fester." His hand moves, daring to wipe away the wet tears on his cheekbone. "The choice is yours, Charlie. It's always been yours. I just hope you know that once that choice is made, I won't be able to let go. You'll have me as your shadow until you decide to kick me the curb. I'm a stubborn man." He smiles wryly.

His beautiful boy rolls his eyes. "Yes, you are. Stubborn and dense and lovely."

"You sound like you're describing sourdough bread."

"You're not funny." He scoffs, even as the corner of his mouth twitches.

"I know." The wryness from his smile fades away, leaving only a soft, tentative expression that Charles only ever caught glimpses of after their nights together—before Max turned away and tried to pretend like he hadn't just worshipped Charles like the Omega was something precious. "I've ah, I've been out of the game for a while so I hope you'll forgive me for this."

Charles frowns when Max leans away for a moment, one hand reaching for something on his inside jacket pocket.

A white gardenia, slightly crumpled, but fresh and in full bloom.

"I was going to give it to you tonight. As part of a larger bouquet before the...incident."

"Before you beat a man blue for daring to besmirch my honor?" He tries to sound flippant and uncaring but the thing is—

Charles is very, very well-versed on the language of flowers.

And a white gardenia...

Unspoken love.

Admiration and deep affection.

Hope and new beginnings.

Charles's heart almost leaps out of its chest when Max very carefully loops the white gardenia against his gold bangle, carefully tying the stem until it looks like a corsage.

The kind that used to be given on prom nights.

His strong, imposing Alpha gently strokes the back of Charles's hand before looking up, cheeks a little pink but his eyes are blue and clear and intense. "Will you allow me to take you on a date, Charlie? A real date, schatje. Where you'll get all dolled up and I'll trip over my words and tell you I hope this date is the first of a million dates. Just me and you."

"What about that big family you always wanted? Or do you not want that with a stripper like me?"

Max clicks his tongue, giving a soft shake of his head. "You don't like it when I call myself old, and I don't like it when you talk down about yourself. And..." Charles watches as the tips of his ears burn red, as if Max were fighting to keep a full blush at bay. "If you think I haven't dreamed about pups with you then you'd be dead wrong, Charlie."

"I don't like being wrong." He leans forward, the sparkly eyeshadow he put on earlier still shimmering beneath the light of the stars. "But let's just see how the first date goes. You hurt me Max."

"I know."

"So you'll have to be patient now." He kisses the bridge of Max's nose. Strong. Regal.

The kind of nose Charles hopes their babies inherit.

The Alpha doesn't seem bothered by Charles's demand. Instead, the slightly stoic expression Max sometimes wears is nowhere in sight.

"I think you're my forever, Charlie." He smiles. "And I'll wait as long as you need."

🏜🐎💃🤠 🏜🐎💃🤠

The entire vibe of this AU is:

Charles: I'm not like the other Omegas.

Max: Hmm...

Charles: Knows agriculture, business management, livestock ranching, veterinary sciences, can ride stallions, manage vast swaths of land, and can bend his body into an S shape for Max's viewing pleasure.

Max: ...😍 I love you.

[i-am-ami1633]

Spielberg, Austria. 30 June 2019

Spielberg, Austria. 10 July 2022

Is it me, or does Max not look so happy about his win

It's like he's only smiling for the camera

He knew for sure that this race had damaged his relationship with Charles. Indeed, they had only just started getting along, and then something happened that set them back so dramatically that Max had to work hard to regain Charles's favor

That's why Max looks the happiest here

(All his wet dreams came true)

And that's why, after all these years, he's only apologizing to Charles

[alexturntable]

ScuderiaFerrari We tried

[velveteenrxbbits]

2 year old tweet still relevant

[alexturntable]

Nico Rosberg interviews Lewis Hamilton after winning the 2026 Spanish GP

[skyhawkstragedy]

so… so far this week we have

• lando eyeing Oscar with a longing and yet also thirsty look

• lawblad doing lawblad things

• nico pushing a button using gabi’s thigh

• the galex bouquet shoot

• max choosing charles to be on his team

• NICO FUCKING ROSBERG is in attendance

and free practices haven’t ended yet