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Charles Leclerc x Reader x Max Verstappen

Summary: you + Lestappen + a sex tape leak + one very unamused head of communications … need I say more?

Based on this request

The Red Bull Racing communications office smells like stale coffee and impending doom. Portia, the team’s head of communications, sits stiffly in the center of the storm, knuckles white around her phone. She stares at the video playing on her laptop, horrified but unable to look away.

The footage is intimate, explicit — grainy but undeniably clear. Three people, tangled up in sheets, moaning names, gasping into each other’s mouths. Max Verstappen. You. And, unmistakably, Charles Leclerc.

Her inbox is a dumpster fire of urgent PR memos, emails with subject lines in all caps, and press releases that have already been revised half a dozen times. She hasn’t even responded to half of them yet. No point.

This is beyond damage control.

The door swings open violently, smacking into the wall. Max strolls in first, looking every bit as casual as if he just finished a training session. You follow behind him, your hair in a messy bun, holding a half-eaten croissant. Charles is the last to enter, chewing gum like this is the most ordinary thing in the world.

Portia blinks at the three of you. “… What the hell?”

Max plops into the chair across from her, sprawling out like he’s just arrived at a friend’s house. “What’s up?”

“What’s up?” Portia repeats, incredulous. “You-” She gestures frantically toward her screen. “The video. The world just saw everything, Max! You, her, him-” She throws a desperate look at Charles, who only shrugs.

“Yeah. We saw,” Charles says casually, pulling out a chair and sitting down next to Max. “Kind of funny, no?”

Portia makes a strangled noise in her throat. “No! It is not funny, Charles. None of this is funny!” She can already feel the migraine creeping in, sharp and mean behind her left eye.

Max leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Listen, it’s not like we were hiding it. We’ve been-”

“Friends,” you interject, your voice calm as ever. “Very close friends.”

Charles grins. “Really close.”

Max winks. “Super close.”

Portia pinches the bridge of her nose. “Stop saying that.”

“You’re the one freaking out,” Max says, as if that makes any of this better. “It’s not a big deal.”

Portia throws up her hands. “Max, it’s not just a sex tape. It’s a scandal. Sponsors, shareholders, media outlets — everyone is calling. Red Bull is losing its mind, Ferrari is fuming, and the internet-” She gestures vaguely toward the air, as if the internet is some wild animal loose in the building. “-is losing its collective shit.”

Charles leans back, folding his arms behind his head. “The internet always loses its shit.”

“True,” Max agrees, glancing at you. “Remember when they thought we broke up because I didn’t post anything for two weeks?”

You hum thoughtfully, finishing the last bite of your croissant. “They were so mad.”

Portia stares at the three of you like she’s trapped in some bizarre fever dream. “Are none of you remotely concerned about this?”

Max shrugs. “Not really.”

“It’s out now,” you say, wiping your hands on a napkin. “What’s the point of stressing?”

Charles nods like you just delivered the most profound truth of the century. “Exactly. It’s not like we can put it back in the box.”

“Oh my god,” Portia mutters, pressing her palms to her temples. “You’re all insane.”

Max flashes her a charming smile — the kind that usually gets him out of trouble. “Come on, Portia. You handle worse than this all the time.”

“Not this, I don’t!” She groans. “I mean, sure, we’ve dealt with crashes, team infighting, broken engines, drunk interviews-” She shoots a pointed look at Max, who grins unapologetically. “But this? This is next level.”

Charles checks his phone, seemingly unbothered by her panic. “The fans seem to love it, though. Look-” He flips the screen toward Portia. It’s a Twitter thread full of memes and heart-eye emojis, captioned with things like Lestappen and Y/N living their best lives and Honestly, goals.

Portia glares at the phone like it just insulted her family. “This is not helping.”

Max raises an eyebrow. “Actually, it kind of is.” He points at the screen. “If the fans are cool with it, the sponsors will calm down eventually.”

“Sponsors are not fans.” Portia slams her laptop shut, as if doing so will somehow make the problem disappear. “Sponsors are very rich, very conservative people who do not want their logos anywhere near a video of you having a threesome!”

Charles clicks his tongue thoughtfully. “Technically, it’s not just a threesome.”

Portia shoots him a death glare. “I swear to God, Charles-”

You stifle a laugh, covering your mouth with your hand. Max notices, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he nudges you with his elbow. “See? Even Y/N thinks it’s funny.”

“It’s a little funny,” you admit, which only makes Charles beam with satisfaction.

Portia looks like she’s on the verge of a breakdown. “This is not funny. None of this is funny.”

“I think you need to relax,” Max says, as if that’s the simplest solution in the world. “It’s not like we committed a crime.”

“It might as well be,” Portia snaps. “Do you know what Ferrari is going to do with this? They’re probably drafting some moral code violation complaint as we speak.”

Charles waves a hand dismissively. “They can’t fire me. I bring too much to the table.”

Portia gives him a flat look. “Charles, you are the table.”

“Exactly.”

Max turns to you, his hand casually resting on the back of your chair. “Do you think we should put out a statement?”

You consider it for a moment, then shake your head. “Nah. Statements are boring.”

“Agreed,” Charles says, pulling his phone back out to scroll through more tweets. “No one likes statements.”

Portia exhales slowly, as if trying to summon every ounce of patience she has left. “Okay, so let me get this straight. Your solution to this PR nightmare is ... to do absolutely nothing?”

“Exactly,” Max says with a satisfied nod. “We just let it blow over.”

“Like Austria,” you add.

Portia stares at you, aghast. “Austria? You cannot compare this to a racing incident in Austria!”

Max looks thoughtful. “I don’t know. I think it’s kind of similar. People get mad for a while, then they forget.”

Charles grins mischievously. “By next week, someone else will do something stupid, and no one will care about this.”

Portia groans, dragging her hands down her face. “You are all ... impossible.”

Max reaches across the table to pat her shoulder. “You’ll see. Everything will be fine.”

“Max,” Portia says, her voice low and dangerous. “If this mess costs us a single sponsor — just one — I swear I will make your life a living hell.”

Max’s grin widens. “You already do.”

You burst out laughing at that, and even Portia can’t suppress a reluctant smile, though it’s clear she’s fighting it with every fiber of her being.

“This isn’t over,” she warns, but there’s no real bite in her voice.

“It never is,” Charles says breezily. “But that’s half the fun, no?”

You lean into Max’s side, content and completely unbothered, and he drapes an arm around your shoulders. Charles glances over at the two of you, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “See? We’re all good. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Portia shoots him a murderous glare. “Do not say that.”

Max laughs, the sound low and easy, and for a moment, it feels like the world outside the room doesn’t exist — no scandals, no cameras, no angry emails. Just the three of you, stuck in the strangest mess, but somehow, perfectly fine with it.

And, really, isn’t that all that matters?

***

A few weeks later, Portia is sitting at her desk, sipping her second coffee of the morning, when her inbox pings with a new email. She glances at the subject line, hoping it’s something routine — maybe a press update, or an invitation to a sponsor event.

Instead, her heart drops.

URGENT: New Video — Verstappen, Leclerc, and Y/L/N on Beach Vacation

She groans audibly, slamming her head down on the desk with a dramatic thud. They didn’t listen to her at all.

Opening the email, her stomach churns as she scrolls down to the attached link. The video loads instantly — there’s Max, Charles, and you, sun-kissed and carefree, lounging on beach chairs somewhere tropical. The sound of waves crashing in the background is almost soothing.

Almost.

And then, without warning, it escalates — hands everywhere, tangled limbs, kisses that start off playful but quickly turn into something else entirely. A bottle of rosé tips over in the sand as Max pulls you onto his lap, and Charles leans over, dragging his mouth along your shoulder with a grin.

Portia shakes her head in disbelief, muttering under her breath, “I’m going to kill them.”

Another ping. This time, a text from Max.

Saw the email. You’re gonna love the next one.

She screams into her coffee mug.

happy birthday to our iron man Robert Downey Junior <3

happy birthday to my favourite twins Sam and Harry holland

much love from the fandom <3

RIP to Avicii, a musician who could always make me dance and feel good in any place, any time <3

A Summer High but in a trading cards style? 

Creds pls don’t steal

SEASON 7 SEASON 7 SEASON 7

boi where do I start wow what a season super intense 

KEITH AND SHIRO FLASHBACKS YES

actually explains so much thank you writers

Romelle having to get used to the paladin lifestyle is hilarious I love her

faunatonium what the hell 

drawing straws as to who gets to ride with who

um yeah so zethrid and ezor are gone well then

anyway I love axca 

Kosmo is a pure pup and I love him very much

speaking of Keith just admit it if you give it a name you’ll get attached to it and you don’t like attachments 

also using Kosmo for food transportation yes

just the entirety of gargle waffle snick

also same lance I’m so bad with names I relate

that one druid guy bro I was shook 

KOLIVAN IS BACK YES

I love Krolia

using Kosmo as battle transportation yes I am living

THE I LOVE YOU BETWEEN KEITH AND KROLIA

THE HUG

SKIN CLEARED CROPS WATERED WHAT DID THE WRITER DO THAT

the shit that went on between the paladins when they were lost in space wow that hurt

ALSO WHAT’S THIS HUNK CHARACTER ARC AND SAVING EVERYONE’S ASS YES I AM LIVING FOR THIS

Colleen Holt is a strong badass mother and she will not take shit from anyone I already love her

Sam Holt will also not take anyone’s shit

Colleen and Sam Holt are a power couple and no one can tell me otherwise

mess with them and you will be cut down

just don’t mess with the Holt Fam

The fighter squad all radiate big dick energy and I love them all

they have my entire heart

the way they portrayed Shiro and Adam’s relationship

lgbt+ was probs normal considering the events take place after WWIII so it wasn’t a big focus

the lifestyle they lived made it hard for relationships and they showed that well

the fact that they showed that war takes who it takes and doesn’t leave remorse or sympathy behind for the people who survived and how those left behind have to deal with it wow its so realistically portrayed you don’t see that in your average tv show

the fact that shiro didn’t have time to grieve because of everything that was going on and it’s so prevalent in today’s society wow props to the writers for how well they wrote this

Hunk trying to get his parents back just everything about that

the fact that this stuff like labour camps has happened in the past and continues to happen to some degree today and the way they showed it in a children’s tv show the writers are amazing 

SNIPER LANCE SNIPER LANCE SNIPER LANCE

KOSMO AND KEITH FUCKING UP EVERYONE ELSE SIDE BY SIDE I AM LIVING

the fact that Allura helped Shiro with his arm I love her

also gonna have to get used to the new arm design but I like it so far

the entire MFE fighter squad fucking others up

SPACE BATTLES I AM LIVING ANIMATION 10/10

Shiro being the captain of the Atlas makes me feel a certain way and I love it

look at my boy finally taking a leadership position after everything’s that happened to him

so proud

Iverson is soft as hell I love him

admiral sanda is pulling some admiral holdo last Jedi bs on us never liked her but thank you for your sacrifice

ALSO VERONICA HELL YES

THE SIBLING DYNAMIC BETWEEN LANCE AND VERONICA YES

MORE BATTLES

GIANT ROBOTS PUNCHING THE SHIT OUT OF EACH OTHER YES

THE ATLAS DID THAT

giant alien robot hurt all my favs that was some intense shit felt like I ran a marathon or something

shiro built a giant robot with just his hand and the power of big dick energy

also the atlas is thicc

SHAY DEADASS MOVED THE ENTIRE BALMERA SO SHE COULD SEE HUNK MY HEART

EVERYONE WITH THEIR FAM

MATTHEW HOLT

HAS A SIGNIFICANT OTHER

HAS COOL NEW HAIR

I WANT TO SCREW HIM

ALSO WANT TO SCREW JAMES GRIFFIN

whomst?

whomst are you mysterious altean

are you someone from motor’s quintessence colony

whomst

I need answers

can you believe that 3 of my favs met each other

when i was, a young boy

please credit me and like and reblog

Inigo singing in Moving Boxes has cured my depression, watered my crops and cleared my skin 

happiness comes in its physical form is the captain marvel trailer thanks for coming to my ted talk