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its-deputy-caleb · 2 years

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My Juan of a Kind – Part One

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pairing: Juan Cortez x reader (minor background clara x fem!dani)

summary: juan being juan decides to run to the bar in armonía after libertad attacks isla santuario and there’s only one person who could really convince him to return which is of course his favourite guerrilla, you <3

note: lol i hate summaries what is this. howdyy ya’ll i’ve had the WOSRT week imaginable so i wrote this very self indulgent fic for myself – this was supposed to be a small oneshort based on the first mission but it’s now gonna be a three chapter slow burn over multiple sections of the game and no i have not edited it cause im tired n its late

for now pls enjoy <3

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It’s a relatively peaceful afternoon in Clara García’s makeshift camp along the mountains of Isla Santuario. The breeze that flows through the planks of the walls cools you and contrasts perfectly with the warm streaks of sun along your backside. You’re bent over an array of maps, blueprints and plans at Clara’s table as you try to drown out the hustle of camp members and sounds of soft chatter.

“Now that we have Benito back on our side, there’s the manpower to attack the blockade and get ourselves back to your command center, Jefa.”

Clara maneuvers a wilted old turista map to place as the centerpiece of her table. She pauses for a moment, taking in and analyzing her surroundings before nodding along with your assessment.

“We’ll need air support, and we can’t do that without taking out that anti-aircraft site. Do you think Juan will be able to handle it without backup? Where is he by the way– I haven’t seen him back since we first attacked the island.”

With a defeated sigh, you lean your weight against the table and cross your arms over your chest. Juan had never looked more embarrassed after your failed mission, a look which broke your heart more than you’d like to admit. You knew he had an ego, but underneath that was a long history of regrets and life choices he’d prefer to bury at the bottom of Yaran cocktails and many many bottles of rum.

The old guerrilla and spy-master was a dear friend of yours, the two of you growing close in the years he returned to mentor Clara and work with Libertad. Of course, your friendship grew into deeper unspoken feelings but you’ve parked those thoughts at the mention of Juan’s disappearance from camp.

“Word of mouth says he’s down in Armonía– Julio mentioned seeing him by the bar before he left to hit the tobacco fields.”

Clara mimics you with her own defeated sigh as she flicks through her maps, as if magically all the answers will pop up.

No one was going to lie…Libertad was doing it tough right now. Everyone is isolated and exhausted, our numbers are few and scattered across the Archipelago, with more than the fair share of injuries going around– yourself included, with a nasty bullet wound to the shoulder and your hand squeezes gently over the bandages to try and ease the dull pain that lingers even days after the attack on the Viviro plantation.

Clara is doing her best to keep everyone together, but the added stress of Juan disappearing seems to not help anyone at the moment.

That…and you miss him.

Camp seems just that much more somber without his cynical humor and blunt innuendos.

“Who the hell is Juan?”

Both you and Clara look up to see Libertad’s newest recruit Dani Rojas returning from her successful raid on the Plantation. She drops her weapon onto the table, arms extending in a stretch like she’s just gone for a light run and totally didn’t single handedly liberate the poisoned tobacco plant that knocked down the entirety of Libertad and left you all licking your wounds miserably.

Clara moves to sit down in her chair, shoulders relaxing slightly as she helps Dani get acquainted with the members of Libertad.

“We attacked this Archipelago with a man named Juan Cortez– he helped me build Libertad from the dirt. Juan’s a spymaster from the pre-Castillo days, the man’s a legend and can build explosives from a goddamn ice cube tray and some fasteners.

He’s pulled off ops for Espinosa, the KGB, then flipped to the CIA and MOSSAD for fun. Juan is my mentor…”

“He’s also unstable and an alcoholic,” your voice chimes in as you and Clara share a knowing look.

You listen to their conversation as you head over to where your gear is placed, beginning to suit up and reload all of your weapons. Dani looks a little startled, if not shocked at Clara’s introduction but you’ve learnt over the years that Juan’s track record is known to raise a few eyebrows.

“Err right, he sounds like a charmer. Where is he now?”

Your hands fasten the clips of your bullet proof vest, making sure nothing is out of place as you prepare for the onslaught of soldados that will no doubt be swarming the town of Armonía. How the hell Juan hasn’t gone and gotten himself killed yet is beyond you.

“When shit went south at the plantation, he was so embarrassed he walked right out of my camp,” Clara’s voice hardens with a seriousness which only shows when members of the Libertad family are in danger.

“Dani, Castillo’s soldados would love nothing more than to capture a ‘double-agent’ like Cortez. We need him back with Libertad, there’s no way we can make it off the island without his skills… I know you just returned from your outing with Juilo, but please we need him back.”

As the last of your gear is strapped into place, your hand settles on Clara’s shoulder in a sign of friendship and your dedication to Libertad’s leader.

“I’ll go get him, Jefa– you know what he can be like. Let Rojas relax, and besides maybe it’ll be good for you two to do some catching up and get to know each other.” You finish your sentence with a wink, one only Clara can see and you can’t help but beam when she looks a little flustered. You knew there was something unspoken between the two of them, the tension that has never really left since the first night Dani waltzed into camp, not with the lingering gazes the two of them shared ever since.

And what’s a little match-making between revolutions anyway right?

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The dirt path down to the village is littered with a mix of aged wooden platforms and worn-in bridges, all of which reverb the sound of your boots. Your hands rest idly on your rifle, fingers fidgeting as restlessness settles and your mind wanders on how to get Juan to come back to camp. One can only hope he trusts you enough to listen and be swayed by your opinion.

Over the years you’ve known the spymaster, Juan has slowly become one of your most trusted friends, if not the most.

There’s an unspoken trust between the two of you, one you know he reciprocates as you fight the revolution. Not only do you know about how his escapade with the CIA hadn’t officially ended– in fact he still regularly asks you to accompany him on his dead drops to sell them Viviro– but you’re also aware of his precious shipments of ‘candies’ from Big Papi and his occasional shady side deal with Mckay.

You know things about the infamous Juan Cortez that not even Clara knows.

Of course, you didn’t earn that trust overnight and it took many late nights tinkering away in his workshop for him to slowly drop that nonchalant exterior. You know, without Juan having to say it himself that he enjoys your company, that underneath his reckless behavior is a man who is lonely and drinks to hide his feelings.

Between all the missions you’ve gone on together, there have been numerous occasions where you’ve found him looking like a mess, drunk off his ass and a total emotional wreck. Those moments only brought you closer as you escorted him back to his bunker with his arm thrown around your shoulders and a firm hand on his waist, practically dragging him home.

Of course, he’d always insisted that you stay.

You smile softly at the memories of wrapping him in blankets, holding him till he fell asleep and staying the night to make him breakfast as you teased him for his hangover. Neither of you spoke about it but it was obvious how much you loved the closeness and the intimacy of cuddling, of snuggling after a stressful day in the revolution. It was certainly welcomed after the chaos of the FND crackdown on Yara. And not that Juan would admit it, but underneath all the hardened guerrilla-talk, the old man is a huge softie.

It became something of a habit for the two of you to curl up on his couch after a day building supremos or going out to steal FND resources. It made the most logical sense if you’d spent the entire day there… that and the fact most of your possessions had moved in alongside his over time.

Eventually, Juan didn’t need the excuse of a bad day to curl up beside you. Instead, he’d rest his head on your shoulder, both of you aimlessly watching Yara’s only television channel until you heard snoring in your ear– his need for comfort and touch far outweighing any chance of embarrassment or second guessing.

It was easy then, to develop feelings for the spymaster– feelings you knew he returned when you may or may not have overheard him rambling to Guapo one night. The two of you never outwardly spoke about any feelings, instead choosing to enjoy the frequent cuddle routine without the risk of complicated things.

Who knows… maybe it's worth telling him you feel the same, that you want nothing more than to hold his hand, kiss him and curl up with your head on his chest each night.

Those thoughts linger with you until they are disrupted by a disgruntled soldado telling you to keep your weapons holstered as you enter the town of Armonía via the main road.

“Oye– just passin’ through pendejo, I’m not here to cause trouble.”

The soldado grumbles under his breath but he lets you pass through after you throw 20 pesos his way. It’ll no doubt be spent on a drink at the end of his shift but you don’t stop to think about it as you wander through the village streets towards the bar, a smile hitting your lips at the sight of a green shirt hunched over the plywood curb of the bar’s countertop.

You can vaguely hear him rambling but it’s not until you walk up the steps and sit in the barstool next to him do you realize he’s complaining about Yara’s worst cantina in his classic Juan Cortez style.

“Oye Guapo, today we drink in the worst fucking Cantina in Yara...”

“Aw common now, it can’t be worse than the old Raksi Brewery in Kyrat.” Your voice is filled with gentle teasing, acting as a way of announcing your presence without seeming like you’re here to lecture anyone. You watch as the guerrilla beside you perks up, his eyebrows lifting in surprise as if he didn’t expect you’d come to find him eventually.

“What are you doing here?” There’s no anger in Juan’s words, only confusion as he rolls his cigar between his fingers in a nervous tick of his.

“Did you really think I was going to leave you here on your own? And no, before you answer– Guapo does not count as your plus one. Lo siento, chiquito.” Your attention momentarily drops down to the croc lying by Juan’s feet, giving him an apologetic look before your posture straightens and wait for a reply.

“Rule number one; a good guerrilla is a hidden guerrilla.” Juan doesn’t meet your eyes, instead choosing to gesture at the unimpressed bartender to refill his glass and you’re quick to signal for your own.

“You’re forgetting the more important rule mi viejo. A good guerrilla always brings a friend along.” Your hand reaches out to rest along his arm, gently squeezing his bicep as your voice softens to something more warm and comforting.

“Juan, look at me… you don’t need to exile yourself because of one failed mission. Things go wrong all the time, no one could have prepared for the way the soldados swarmed us or how quickly Castillo’s special forces caught our trail. There’s always a risk to these sorts of ops, all we can do is try again.”

His back stiffens, looking you square in the eyes with guilt riddled on his face. “But you were nearly killed.”

Ah. So that’s what this is about.

During your attempt to escape the swarm of FND soldiers, you’d made the reckless decision to flee the roof via the zipline without any cover. A sniper had narrowly missed your head, instead dealing a nasty flesh wound into your left shoulder right as Clara's voice over comms ordered everyone to retreat and head for high ground. You remember how worried Juan had been when he saw you limp and struggle back to the group, and you could only imagine the swarm of intrusive thoughts he must be feeling.

“Hey now, that wasn’t your fault. I’m alive and that’s all that matters yeah? Every guerrilla has their fair share of battle scars anyway!” Your leg bumps against Juan’s in an attempt to keep it lighthearted which surprisingly does draw a soft smile from him, if only just a small twitch of his lip. It’s the small victories.

Even Guapo chimes in with his own grumble, or the closest thing a Yaran crocodile could get to laughing. The sound makes both of you smile and your chest warms at the way his amigo makes him happy.

Of course that feeling doesn’t last when you hear the condescending and annoyed remarks of the bartender. “This isn’t a fucking zoo abuelo.”

You have every intention of mouthing that rude hijo-de-puta off, ready to snap any second when all three of you are startled by Guapo making a bee-line for an approaching soldado. Guapo does his signature death roll right as his teeth lock into place, a large splatter of blood hitting the surrounding area.

Confused as to what is happening, you turn to see a very pissed off looking Juan.

“You fucking rat.”

Spitting, the bartender makes a curt gesture to you with a nod of his head. “They’re worth more than your bounty anyway.”

You’re caught off guard by the sudden splurry of movements before you. Juan is quick to smack the weapon out of the bartender’s hand, moving it out of your direction before raising his own to right between the man’s brow line.

Without a moment’s hesitation, the trigger is pulled and the sound of a single gunshot rings throughout the bar. Beside you, Juan throws back the last of his whiskey as he hisses and swears under his breath.

“The comemierda didn’t even have the decency to give me ice,” Juan holsters his weapon before turning to you, holding a hand out for you to take. “You alright?”

By now, the gunshot has attracted a group of soldados just as Guapo returns carrying a boot with a foot still attacked and a look of pure joy– like a puppy who’s just brought back the biggest stick from the park.

Your hand comes to squeeze Juan’s own, fingers locking together as you lean into him slightly.

“I’m quite alright,” your eyes momentarily leave Juan’s to inspect the mess of blood that remains. “Guess someone was a little too slow for an old abuelo like you hmm?”

Juan’s laughter can be heard as you mimic the grouchy bartender, the two of you making your way over to the bar’s entrance but not before he picks up his signature sniper. Both of you give a knowing smirk to the other, watching as a crowd of soldados walk towards the sound of the gunshot.

You re-adjust your rifle, making sure your weakened left shoulder is well protected with bulletproof padding and bandages before holding out a carton of ammo for him to take.

“What do you say mi viejo… one for the road?”

Juan’s eyes light up like the guerrilla spy-master he is– looking like a true child who’s gotten a Christmas present early and can cause havoc in their element, “siempre cariño, vamanos!”

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By the time the two of you are ducking for cover, throwing molotovs at cars and taking aim, Guapo is well and truly on his fourth soldado. Now you know where he gets it from.

The side of a boat shed goes up in flames as the fire of a burning FND jeep spreads over the ground. Some soldados are unlucky enough to find their uniforms alight whilst others make headfast for you.

Juan covers for you, using his added ground up by the bar to snipe some of the more heavily armed forces whilst you chew through the onslaught of officers.

It continues on like that for a while, the two of you along with Guapo watching each other's backs– taking out soldados before reloading and starting up again. That is until a vanguard climbs onto the mounted weapon atop one of the remaining cars.

You only have half a second to duck for cover, dropping down to crawl behind a wooden crate which just barely manages to stop the bullets. Juan looks just as grated as you do, a headache already forming from the repeated ringing of the magazine clanking with the release of the weapon. Your eyes meet, both of you waiting for the perfect time to strike.

Juan gives you a teasing wink and a signature smirk before the ringing comes to an abrupt halt as it overheats and jams.

Together, you both emerge from your cover to take out the soldado and a string of cheers are heard as you’re triumphant.

It’s easy then, to deal with the stragglers of pistoleros and assaulters who quickly realize it isn’t worth the risk and retreat back into the smaller alleyways of Armonía. With the quietness that settles over the town, both Juan and Guapo emerge on either side of you with a waiting look in their eyes.

Of course, after many pats to the adorable cocodrilo your attention falls to Juan. Your eyes soften as you smile gently and holster your weapons so you can hold a hand out for him to take.

“Come back to camp, por favor mi viejo.” The gentle pleading in your voice matches the look on your face, hoping the nickname you’ve reserved only for Juan would help convince him to return with you.

Anxiety pools in your stomach, patiently waiting for him to say something but it doesn’t last long as your fingers link with his and your free hand comes to hold his arm. Both of you are content to walk back up the main road of Armonía, your sides pressed against each other in an attempt to be closer and a very happy Guapo by your legs.

With light-hearted jokes and laughter bubbling in the air, you walk along town’s streets as Juan leads you down the long way home. The sun is close to setting by this point in the afternoon, leaving his face glowing and it brings a freshness to his eyes you haven’t seen since before you left for the island. It’s a good look for him.

You’re just about ready to enter the edges of Clara’s territory, leaving behind the main roads for the more secretive guerrilla paths when you spot the tell-tale signs of a supply drop from the swarm of soldados and yellow smoke bombs.

“Want to steal ourselves a supply drop or has my old man had enough for one day?” Your teasing smirk matches Juan’s own equally excited one, his hand squeezing yours in affirmation.

“With you cariño, I won’t ever get enough.”

#juan cortez #juan cortez x reader #gn!reader #far cry #fc6 #far cry 6 #fc6 writing #fc6 headcannons #dani x clara #BUT ITS MINOR AND ONLY AT THE START #dani rojas #clara garcia #anton castillo #guapie my beloved #guapo fc6 #guapo #i'ma re-edit this later besties its 1am #for now lemme simp

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gooberdude101 · 1 year

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ok so i now have 2 picrews of Clara do you like them

YES YES!!! I LOVE THEM!! ❤️ Clara is sooooo silly actually ❤️

#Clara is my bestie now AND she’s going into the jewelery box

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aerodynamicks · 1 year

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i love having clara here to describe everything sky germany does for seb. girl you are a lifesaver

#my bestie my lob my everything #clara tag 🐮

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mayordoi · 9 months

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Happy birthday to the number one princess in the world!! 💖

~from her biggest fans :)

ramble of my scattered thoughts on the piece under cut as usual cuz i love talking 😋

This has been an idea I've been cookin for a while, and it was so cluttered and unlike any other ensemble piece I've made... and I decided I oughta do it anyway. I love Miku, I love Vocaloid, and I wanted to do something really ambitious and crazy for her anniversary. Crazy that she's turning her "canon" age this year TwT

I had the idea floating around since like, May...? And then finally started acting on it around June 18. I'm terrible with deadlines, obvious with how I can never make a silly birthday post in time, so I started wayyyy ahead to make sure I have some room to be lazy lol, especially with an idea as ambitious as this.

This was finished on July 12! So I had to sit on this for an annoying amount of time. Very difficult for someone like me who just wants to talk about everything I'm working on to the masses. But at the very least, that gave me the time to work on the draft for this post.

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Here's some ~behind the scenes~ scribbles leading up to the finished piece!

Left is the chicken scratch plan i made in my handy dandy notebook (whenever things are getting real and ambitious, i always made a rough ROUGH plan in there. Usually I'd do a rough pass of the full thing, but this was too complicated for me to do traditionally. I majorly benefited from digital tools to make this possible). CyberDiva and CyberSongman were considered, but I ended up cutting them cuz I just didn't feel like drawing them sorry-- (just pretend they're off to the side. They gave Ruby and Clara the pizza lol). Right is the "final" completed sketch (before I decided to include Chika mid-way through coloring and VY1 and VY2 near the finish line). I started by drawing the main "groups" separated on a different canvas so I can plop them into the main canvas for easy rearranging and transforming. However I got lazy and ended up drawing everyone in the bottom right corner directly on the canvas since I liked seeing the big picture of everyone's positions. Y'know.

Almost excluded Chika! But I like her design so much that I just felt like including her last-minute. You win this time, Chika fans. VY1 and VY2 were very close to being cut! I added them when I began doing the banner and thought "eh why not". I figured their non-human designs would be pretty easy to include pushed back in the bg. Ik VY1 is more commonly associated with the fan design, but I referenced the hairpin cuz it was simpler and the fan looked very annoying to draw 😭

Sorry to the fans of many Vocaloids I had to cut because this composition was insane enough as is. I promise I wanted to include fellas like CUL, LUMi and Sachiko 😭 I will admit I was a little biased on who I wanted to include over others. Like, I don't normally care for Bruno and Clara, but I wanted to get some more international 'loids in the mix. Also wanted to stick in the realm of official designs and not fan-designs since, as much as I can appreciate those, are just a whole "wait who is that guy supposed to be" situation I didn't wanna deal with. I also did wanna include even more character references through the balloons, but they ended up being kind of ugly and overcomplicated the BG :,) (Oh, and while this was originally planned to be a Vocaloid-only piece, I did end up including Teto, Neru, and Haku 'cuz those are Miku's besties dude!!! They may not be Officially in the club but they're her girls and it would be criminal to not invite them to her birthday).

Anyway, this project marks the first time I've drawn a lot of Vocaloids. Lily, Piko, Rana, Yuki, Yukari, Miki, Maika, and many more lol. All of 'em I've heard or seen in passing, but now I actually drew them, and some have really cool and fun designs!! I got into a habit of drawing Merli after this since I just love her design for example. And I'll probably be drawing more lol!!

Oh and the last thing I'll add for now!! The cake is indeed made up of various song references!! I wanted to reference the "big four" producers, just absolute icons in Vocaloid history. The pink/black checkerboard is "World is Mine" (Ryo), the crescents on the side is "Rolling Girl" (Wowaka), the smiley faces is "Matryoshka" (Hachi), and the three hearts on the side is "The Vampire" (DECO*27, which is sort of a symbol of his whole Mannequin album tbh). I know "The Vampire" is a bit modern but I couldn't think of anything else off the top of my head. I'm a fake DECO fan I know 😔 "Matryoshka" was originally going to be referenced in the colors of the candles but believe me it looked like shit so I just went for something else last minute 😭

That's all I have to say!!! Hope you didn't mind the text wall if you made it here. I hope you like it as much as I do!!!! Happy freakin' birthday Miku!!!!

I have to deal with tagging all these characters now for my page,,, in the drafts my tags got cut off after a certain point so I think I'm massively breaching the tag limit 😭 um... I'll figure that out later...

not losing sleep that i can't tag everyone, even for page organization purposes because some characters have pretty generic names and some are a little hard to see in full yknow. If you're one of those people who tag every character in the art piece you reblog... I am very sorry.

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lissomeingenuestuff · 23 days

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CLARA BOW // charles leclerc

charles leclerc x figureskater!reader

part 2 part 3 part 4

summary: you're an aspiring olympic gold medalist who just wants to compete and have fun. on the way there, a handsome monegasque f1 driver slides into your dms and changes the trajectory of your life.

note: my first time doing a smau! i've seen and read so many of these that i thought i may as well add one to the pile. there's one tiny error here, and that's the date on some of the tweets: they're in march. winter olympics takes places in february, but i've just decided to ignore it for the sake of the story and pretend that it's in march.

the fc here is mariah bell, but feel free to imagine yourself or whoever you want. comment, like, and reblog if you enjoyed this and want a pt. 2 (maybe with some actual writing in it??)

y/n l/n

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y/n l/n Arms up! Ready for the ride of a lifetime!

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nat_.nug y/n looks like a princess!

sk8tergurl95 ok but the way you literally float off the ice!?

graciegold95 good luck! rooting for you! ❤️ by author

y/n l/n hello?? my literal inspiration 🥹

cyannnnna the olympic gold medal for ladies' figure skating is coming back to the u.s.! i just know it! ❤️ by author

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sportsillustrated Meet Y/N L/N and her Olympic bronze medalist coach Adam Rippon (right), in this snapshot taken outside of the Wagon Wheel Figure Skating Club in Crystal Lake, Illinois, just a month before the winter Olympics commence! L/N, 23 years of age, is the U.S. favorite to win a title in Beijing. In an interview with Sports Illustrated Magazine (link in the bio), L/N talks of her hopes, fears, strengths and weaknesses going into the competition.

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heyitslena thanks for clarifying which one of them adam is, @sportsillustrated 😭

y/n l/n thanks for having me, guys! an absolute honor to be featured!

lecfosigirlie came here to like a post about my fave figure skater, only to see charles lurking in the likes 😮

sharleclair thank god i'm not hallucinating 😭 what is he doing here?

annaisstoopid sometimes i start feeling good about myself, then i remember y/n l/n started casually figure skating at 16, won her first world championship at 20, and is now officially an olympic athlete 😭

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y/n l/n Hey look it’s me on Instagram again!! 😂 Just popped on to share some photos of the most amazing experience of my life!! Can’t wait for my turn on the ice next week!! GO USA❤️ thank you all so much for your support, I can feel it all the way over here in China 🥰🥰

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cassievilleneuve go bestie go! win this one so i can beat your ass in milano-cortina '26 😉 ❤️ by author

y/n l/n still so sad you couldn't come 😢 but i know 2026 is gonna be your year! ❤️ by cassievilleneuve

cassievilleneuve the friends that skate together stay together 🫡

charles_leclerc that's a nice color jacket 😉❤️

y/n l/n it is, isn't it? 😄

adiforza omg!?

f1wagfr are ya'll seeing this or am i still drunk 😳

danielricciardo 👀 👀

f1wagfr DANIEL WHAT DO YOU KNOW

avtrusova ❤️

y/n l/n ❤️

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charles_leclerc Smiiiiiiiiiile, P1!! All about that last lap in Q3 and I’m very happy with the job done today. Can’t wait for tomorrow 🇦🇺

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y/n l/n congrats 🎉 those were some epic moves you pulled off today! i may be an f1 convert ❤️ by author

cassievilleneuve muahahahaha mission success!

lenalenalena girl your competition is literally 3 days away how are you finding time to watch a race 😭

charles_leclerc thank you so much 😊 although it does not compare to skating and jumping on ice

y/n l/n i'm sure that's not true! there must be so much training that goes into driving like that if you lose weight every time you compete!

charles_leclerc the training can be pretty intense 😄 would you like to come and see?

lecfosigirlie asdfhergerkfje!!!

amylovescharlie ladies and gentlemen we've lost him 😭

ferrarifurlyfe charles rizzclerc!?!?

#charles leclerc #ferrari #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc smau #charles leclerc social media au #formula 1 #formula one #f1 #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader

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