So fuck all the pageantry of the F1 movie that's produced by and stars an abuser, no one at that premiere will matter more than Javier Bardem who's literally used every question and every press event in the lead up to raise awareness for Palestine no matter the question he's asked
Hi I was wondering if you could do one where she is a model and they meet at a night club and get caught together in videos like kissing and cause a huge media storm kinda like the Eileen Gu and Leon Marchand situation 🩷
Léon Marchand X Reader
"You know, Adeline," said her friend Lila, a glint in her eye, "You should really come out with us tonight."
Adeline looked up from her magazine, skeptical. "A nightclub? Really, Lila?"
"Yes, really!" Lila's voice was filled with excitement. "It's the perfect place to unwind, forget about work for a bit. Besides, it's not every day you get invited to the VIP section of Luminance."
Adeline sighed, setting her magazine aside. "Alright, fine. But just for a couple of hours. I don't want to be out too late."
The nightclub was a neon-lit maze of pulsating bodies and thumping bass. Adeline felt out of place in her elegant dress amidst the sea of flashy outfits. She clutched her drink tightly, scanning the crowded dance floor as Lila dragged her through the throngs of people. The air was thick with the scent of perfume and sweat, the lights playing across the faces around her like a frenetic kaleidoscope.
As the night grew later, Adeline found herself drawn to the rhythm of the music, her feet moving almost of their own accord. She felt a hand on her waist, spinning her around. A young man with a charming smile and piercing eyes held her gaze. His grip was firm but gentle as they danced together, the strobe lights playing tag with their shadows on the floor. His name was Leon, a French freestyle swimmer passing through the city for a competition. They talked and laughed, their conversation a shouted dance above the din of the club.
The hours melted away as they danced, the music weaving them together in a tapestry of sound and light. The tension between them grew palpable, a silent crescendo that reached its peak when their lips met. The kiss was electric, a sudden spark in the chaos. They didn't realize the paparazzi lurked nearby, their cameras capturing every moment.
When the music finally stopped and the lights came up, reality crashed back down around them. Adeline's heart raced as she saw the flashes of cameras, the eager eyes of onlookers. Lila looked at her with a mix of shock and glee. "You're going to be all over the tabloids tomorrow," she exclaimed.
Adeline felt a chill run down her spine. The implications of her actions suddenly dawned on her, the potential scandal threatening to overshadow her career. But in that moment, with Leon's hand still in hers, she couldn't bring herself to regret the passionate embrace they'd shared.
The next morning, Adeline awoke to a storm of notifications on her phone. Her heart sank as she saw the headlines, her name plastered next to Leon's, their kiss caught in high definition for the world to see. She knew the price of fame, but this was something she hadn't anticipated. She took a deep breath and steeled herself for what was to come, wondering how she would navigate the treacherous waters of the media maelstrom that had just engulfed her.
Hey girll!! It's been quite some time since you last updated or posted something and I just wanna ask if everything is okay and if we are getting any amazing new stories soon. Lots of love!
Hi! Everything is all good, the past few days have been a whirlwind as I received my school leaver exam results and now waiting for college acceptance and whatnot. To tell the truth it been a busy week, Life just gets busy.
Hey!!! I just had an idea for a Leon fanfic! Could you maybe write a fanfic x y/n based on the song ‘boyfriend’ by Dove Cameron if you know the song! If not it’s fine !!! 💖💖
✧I could be such a gentleman✧
─ Léon Marchand x OC, Léon Marchand x Reader
Hello Anon, thank you for your ask! I listened to the song on loop when writing haha! It was very original thank you x
Warnings: friends to lovers, based on ‘boyfriend’ by Dove Cameron, fluff, no establishment plot :)
Enjoy!
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The pool had always been your sanctuary, a place where you could lose yourself in the rhythm of your strokes, the water wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. But lately, it had become something else—something more charged, more alive. And that had everything to do with Léon Marchand.
You and Léon had been friends for as long as you could remember. You were both competitive swimmers, always pushing each other to go faster, to be better. You had a bond that others admired, one built on mutual respect and an understanding that only came from hours spent in the water together.
But recently, you had begun to notice things that you hadn’t before—like how the sunlight glinted off his wet skin as he climbed out of the pool, or how his laughter, deep and resonant, made your heart skip a beat. You noticed the way his eyes lingered on you just a bit longer than they used to, and how he always seemed to find a reason to stand close, his arm brushing against yours.
Today was no different, and yet, everything felt different. You stood at the edge of the pool, towel draped over your shoulders, watching Léon as he finished his laps. His movements were fluid, effortless, the water parting for him as if it knew he belonged there. You couldn’t help but admire him, not just for his skill but for the way he carried himself—confident, but never arrogant.
As he reached the wall and lifted himself out of the pool, your breath caught in your throat. The way his muscles rippled under his skin, the way he ran a hand through his wet hair—it was almost too much. You quickly averted your gaze, but not before he caught you staring.
“Enjoying the view?” Léon teased, his voice warm and slightly breathless as he reached for his towel.
You felt a flush rise to your cheeks, and you forced yourself to meet his eyes. “Just making sure you’re not slacking off,” you shot back, trying to keep your tone light.
He laughed, a sound that sent a shiver down your spine. “I wouldn’t dream of it, especially with you watching.”
There it was again, that hint of something more in his voice. It was enough to make your pulse quicken, but you pushed the feeling down, reminding yourself that this was Léon—your friend, your training partner. Anything else was just…complicated.
But Léon wasn’t making it easy. He stepped closer, close enough that you could see the droplets of water still clinging to his skin, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his body despite the cool air.
“You know,” he said softly, his eyes locking onto yours, “I’ve been thinking a lot lately. About us.”
Your heart pounded in your chest as you tried to read his expression, but Léon was always good at keeping his emotions in check. Still, there was something in his gaze that made your breath hitch—a vulnerability that you hadn’t seen before.
“Us?” you echoed, trying to keep your voice steady. “What do you mean?”
He took a deep breath, as if steeling himself for what he was about to say. “I don’t want to just be your friend anymore, Y/N. I want something more.”
The words hung in the air between you, and for a moment, you couldn’t breathe. This was what you had been both hoping for and dreading—because as much as you had thought about what it would be like to be with Léon, you were terrified of what it could mean. What if it ruined everything? What if you lost the one person who knew you better than anyone else?
“Léon…” You started, but he held up a hand, cutting you off.
“Just hear me out,” he said, his voice urgent, as if he was afraid that if you didn’t let him finish, he might lose his nerve. “I know it’s a lot to take in, and I don’t want to mess things up between us. But I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, and I can’t keep pretending that I don’t feel something more for you.”
You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. “What if it doesn’t work out?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “What if we ruin everything?”
Léon’s expression softened, and he reached out, his fingers brushing against yours. The touch was light, tentative, but it sent a jolt of electricity through you. “What if it does work out?” he countered gently. “What if we’re missing out on something amazing because we’re too scared to take the chance?”
His words hung in the air, full of promise and hope. You wanted to believe him, but the fear of losing him, of losing what you already had, held you back.
“Y/N, I could be a better boyfriend than anyone else,” Léon said, his voice steady, his eyes never leaving yours. “I know you, and I know how to make you happy. I’d never take you for granted, never hurt you. I’d be there for you, always.”
Your heart ached at the sincerity in his voice, at the raw emotion in his eyes. This was Léon, the same person who had been by your side through everything, who had seen you at your best and your worst. The idea of losing him was unbearable, but so was the thought of never knowing what it could be like to be with him.
Before you could second-guess yourself, you closed the distance between you, your hand slipping into his. “I’m scared,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “But I don’t want to lose you either.”
Léon’s eyes softened, and he squeezed your hand, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You’re not going to lose me,” he promised, his voice full of conviction. “We’ll figure this out together.”
And in that moment, as he looked at you with such tenderness, such certainty, you realized that maybe this was worth the risk. Maybe Léon was right—maybe what you could have together was something extraordinary.
With a deep breath, you stepped closer, your free hand resting on his chest. “Okay,” you whispered, the word barely audible over the sound of your racing heart. “Let’s do this.”
Léon’s smile widened, relief flooding his features as he pulled you into a gentle embrace. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close, and you felt a sense of peace wash over you. This was right—this was where you were meant to be.
As you stood there, wrapped in Léon’s arms, you knew that this was just the beginning. There would be challenges, there would be moments of doubt, but you also knew that you would face them together. Because with Léon, you weren’t just taking a risk—you were taking a chance on something real, something that could last.
And as he pulled back to look at you, his eyes full of warmth and affection, you knew that you’d made the right choice. This was more than just friendship—this was the start of something beautiful.
heyy bestie!! i noticed you’re also an f1 fan (as am i) i was wondering if you could write an f1 driver reader! x leon marchand! preferably a ferrari driver (forza ferrari always)🤞
✧Scarlett Red in a Ferrari ✧
─ Léon Marchand x OC, Léon Marchand x Reader, f1 driver reader! x leon marchand!
OMG OMG @scottstr3et, I AM SO EXCITED. I adore F1 (Mclaren Girlie at heart) this was so much fun!! i really hope you love this as much as i did!.
Warnings: f1 driver reader! x leon marchand!, Strangers to lovers, silverstone, F1 and swimming crossover, Fluff!
The roar of the Ferrari engine was a symphony Y/N had dreamt about for years. Every twist and turn of the Maranello track felt surreal, as if they were floating on a cloud made of horsepower and adrenaline. This was their first official day as a Ferrari driver—a dream so vivid it felt almost tangible, like the very wheel they were gripping.
"Y/N, how’s the car feeling?" the engineer's voice crackled through the radio, breaking their reverie.
Y/N's heart pounded in sync with the engine. "It’s responsive, stable... feels perfect. Ready to push it."
"Copy that. Let's get you warmed up with a few laps."
Y/N pressed down on the accelerator, feeling the immense power surge through the car as they exited the pit lane. The sensation was overwhelming—an intoxicating blend of fear, excitement, and sheer determination. The car danced through the corners, gripping the asphalt with ease. Every vibration through the steering wheel communicated the car's every nuance, and Y/N responded instinctively, as if the car was an extension of their body.
But with the thrill came pressure. Driving for Ferrari wasn't just about skill; it was about legacy, and Y/N knew the weight of that responsibility. The team was expecting results. The Tifosi—Ferrari's passionate fanbase—were expecting miracles.
As Y/N completed the first few laps, the rhythm started to set in, nerves slowly morphing into confidence. It was during the cool-down lap that the thought crept in—could they really do this? Compete at the highest level, under the brightest spotlight?
"Good job, Y/N. Bring it back to the pits," the engineer's voice instructed, breaking through their thoughts.
Y/N eased off the throttle, guiding the car back into the pit lane. After parking and stepping out, the intense heat from the car mixed with the cool Maranello air, creating a strange but comforting sensation. The team was gathered around, checking data, and analyzing every second of the run.
Y/N took off their helmet, running a hand through sweat-dampened hair. The sight of the Ferrari crew bustling about with purpose made their heart swell with pride. They were really here.
"Solid run out there," the team principal said, clapping Y/N on the shoulder. "We’ll go over the data, but things are looking promising."
"Thanks," Y/N replied, trying to keep their voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through them.
As they walked away from the car, the reality of their new life started to settle in. This was just the beginning of a grueling season—one that would test them mentally, physically, and emotionally. But Y/N was ready to face it head-on. After all, this was their dream.
The season opener in Bahrain was fast approaching, and Y/N was putting in extra hours at the simulator, fine-tuning their understanding of the car. The Ferrari hospitality suite buzzed with activity as preparations were in full swing, but Y/N's focus was singular.
"You're going to wear yourself out before the race even starts," a familiar voice teased.
Y/N turned around to find Charles Leclerc leaning casually against the doorway, a small smirk playing on his lips. The Monegasque driver had been with Ferrari for a few seasons now, and his presence in the team was both comforting and challenging—a benchmark to measure oneself against.
"Just making sure I’m as prepared as possible," Y/N replied with a smile. "Can’t leave anything to chance."
Charles chuckled. "Smart, but don’t forget to live a little. The season is long, and you need to find balance."
Y/N nodded, appreciating the advice. "What about you? How do you find that balance?"
Charles shrugged. "I go home, spend time with family, or just do something completely unrelated to racing. It helps keep the mind fresh. You should try it."
Y/N knew he was right. The pressure of being a Ferrari driver was immense, and they needed to find a way to manage it without burning out.
"Actually," Charles continued, "there’s a swimming event this weekend in Monaco. I know you're new to the team, but you should come. A lot of the drivers are going, and it could be a good way to unwind before the chaos starts."
Y/N hesitated. Swimming events weren’t really their scene, but the idea of taking a break and bonding with other drivers was appealing. Plus, Charles had a point—getting out of the racing mindset, even briefly, could be beneficial.
"Alright, I’m in," Y/N finally agreed.
"Great. It’ll be fun, I promise," Charles said with a grin. "And who knows, you might meet some interesting people."
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That weekend, Y/N found themselves in Monaco, surrounded by a different kind of athlete. The energy was more relaxed, yet still competitive. The event was packed, with the audience buzzing as swimmers took to the pool. Y/N was impressed by the sheer physicality of the sport, the way the swimmers cut through the water with such grace and power.
Charles had been right—this was exactly the kind of break they needed.
"Hey, you made it!" Charles said, walking up to Y/N with a drink in hand.
"Yeah, you were right. This is a nice change of pace," Y/N replied, watching as the next race started.
As they were talking, a swimmer emerged from the pool, his dark hair slicked back and water dripping off his muscular frame. He pulled off his cap and goggles, revealing a strikingly handsome face, his intense blue eyes scanning the crowd. There was something magnetic about him, a confidence in the way he carried himself that caught Y/N's attention.
"That’s Leon Marchand," Charles said, noticing Y/N's gaze. "He’s one of the top swimmers in the world right now. Won a bunch of medals already."
Y/N nodded, trying to appear nonchalant. "He looks like he was born for this."
"He probably was," Charles replied with a chuckle. "Come on, I’ll introduce you."
They made their way over to where Leon was toweling off, the crowd around them buzzing with excitement. When Charles approached, Leon looked up, a friendly smile breaking through his focused expression.
"Hey, Charles! Good to see you," Leon said, his voice warm despite the exhaustion of the race.
"Leon, this is Y/N. They’re new to Ferrari this year," Charles introduced them with a casual wave.
Y/N extended a hand, trying to ignore the sudden flutter of nerves. "Nice to meet you."
"Likewise," Leon replied, his handshake firm but not overpowering. His eyes lingered on Y/N's for a moment, and there was a spark of recognition, like he was trying to place them.
"You did great out there," Y/N said, trying to fill the silence.
"Thanks. I’ve been putting in a lot of work lately. You’re with Ferrari, right? That must be intense."
Y/N nodded, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious under Leon's gaze. "Yeah, it’s been a lot, but I’m ready for the challenge."
"I’m sure you are," Leon replied, his smile widening slightly. "It’s not every day you meet someone who drives at 300 kilometers an hour for a living."
"Well, it’s not every day you meet someone who swims like a dolphin," Y/N shot back, surprising themselves with their quick wit.
Leon laughed, a genuine sound that made Y/N's heart skip a beat. "Touché."
As the conversation continued, Y/N found themselves drawn to Leon’s easygoing nature and the way he seemed genuinely interested in their world. They talked about the pressures of their respective sports, the rigorous training schedules, and the sacrifices they had to make to stay on top. There was an understanding between them that transcended words—a shared recognition of what it meant to be the best in your field.
When the evening wound down and the crowd began to disperse, Leon turned to Y/N, his expression softening. "I’m glad we met today. Maybe we could hang out sometime, when we’re not both in the middle of our crazy schedules?"
Y/N felt a warmth spread through them at the invitation. "I’d like that."
As they exchanged numbers and said their goodbyes, Y/N couldn’t help but feel like something significant had just begun. Maybe Charles was right—finding balance didn’t mean stepping away from the competition; it meant finding someone who understood it just as much as you did.
The weeks following their encounter with Leon were a whirlwind. The F1 season kicked off with a bang, and Y/N was thrust into the chaos of race weekends, media commitments, and constant travel. Yet, amidst the frenzy, there was a constant thought that kept them grounded—Leon.
They’d texted sporadically at first, brief conversations about their respective sports and the occasional joke. But as the races piled up and the pressures mounted, those texts became a lifeline for Y/N. Leon had a way of making them laugh, even on the toughest days, and his encouragement was a steady source of support.
It wasn’t long before they found themselves looking forward to hearing from him, their conversations becoming more frequent and personal. They’d talk late into the night, sharing stories about their childhoods, their dreams, and their fears. The connection between them grew stronger with each passing day, even though they hadn’t seen each other in person since that day in Monaco.
One evening, after a particularly grueling race in Spain where Y/N finished just off the podium, they found themselves alone in their hotel room, scrolling through messages when Leon’s name popped up on the screen.
**Leon:** Tough race today. You did well, though. P4 is still a great result. You should be proud.
Y/N smiled at the message, the frustration of missing out on the podium slightly easing as they typed back a reply.
**Y/N:** Thanks, Leon. It’s tough to come so close, but yeah, I’ll take it. How’s training going for you?
**Leon:** Intense as always, but I’m getting there. Actually, I’ve got a bit of a break coming up next weekend. What’s your next race?
**Y/N:** Silverstone. Big one. The British fans are something else.
**Leon:** Sounds amazing. Would you mind some company?
Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. The thought of having Leon at Silverstone, cheering them on, filled them with a warmth they hadn’t felt in a long time.
**Y/N:** I’d love that. It’ll be chaotic, but having you there would be awesome.
**Leon:** It’s a date, then. I’ll be your personal cheerleader.
Y/N grinned at the message, their mind already racing ahead to what it would be like to have Leon there. The idea of him being in the crowd, supporting them, made the upcoming race feel even more significant.
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Silverstone was electric. The air buzzed with excitement as the fans poured into the stands, draped in the Union Jack, chanting for their favorite drivers. For Y/N, this race felt different. The pressure was there, of course, but it was accompanied by a sense of anticipation they hadn’t felt before.
Leon arrived on Saturday, just in time for qualifying. Y/N met him in the Ferrari hospitality suite, and as soon as they saw him, they couldn’t help but smile. He looked relaxed, dressed casually in a polo shirt and jeans, but his presence had an immediate calming effect on Y/N.
"Hey, you made it!" Y/N said, pulling him into a quick, but warm hug.
"Wouldn’t miss it for the world," Leon replied, his smile just as bright as Y/N’s. "This place is insane. I’ve never seen anything like it."
"It’s definitely a different kind of crazy," Y/N laughed. "Come on, let me show you around."
They spent the next hour exploring the paddock, with Y/N introducing Leon to various team members and fellow drivers. Leon was a hit—his easygoing nature and genuine interest in the sport winning everyone over. Y/N could tell he was fascinated by the intricacies of F1, asking questions about the car setups, race strategies, and what it felt like to drive at such high speeds.
When it was time for qualifying, Leon took his seat in the Ferrari suite, watching intently as Y/N climbed into the car. The qualifying session was intense, with Y/N pushing the car to its limits around Silverstone’s fast, flowing corners. The roar of the crowd was deafening as Y/N crossed the line, securing P2 for the race.
Afterward, Y/N found Leon waiting for them, a proud smile on his face. "P2! You were incredible out there!"
"Thanks, but it’s only half the job," Y/N replied, still buzzing from the session. "Tomorrow’s the real test."
"You’ve got this," Leon said, his confidence in Y/N unwavering. "I’ll be cheering you on the whole way."
Y/N felt a surge of emotion at his words. Leon’s belief in them was like a shot of adrenaline, fueling their determination to deliver on race day.
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Sunday morning dawned bright and clear, the perfect day for racing. The atmosphere at Silverstone was electric, with over a hundred thousand fans packed into the grandstands, their cheers echoing around the historic circuit.
Y/N felt a mixture of nerves and excitement as they prepared for the race. They could feel the energy in the air, the sense that something special was about to happen. And knowing Leon was there, watching, only intensified those feelings.
As the race began, Y/N got off to a strong start, maintaining their position in the top three. The battle for the lead was fierce, with every lap pushing the drivers to their limits. The corners flew by in a blur, the roar of the engine drowning out everything else.
Leon watched from the suite, his heart pounding as Y/N fought for every inch on the track. He’d never experienced anything like this before—the sheer speed, the danger, the skill it took to control such a powerful machine. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once.
As the race entered its final stages, Y/N found themselves in a tight battle for the lead. The car ahead was fast, but Y/N was faster, and with a few laps to go, they made their move, diving down the inside at Stowe corner to take the lead.
The crowd erupted as Y/N crossed the line in first place, the checkered flag waving them home. It was a moment of pure elation, a victory that meant the world to them.
After parking the car and jumping out, Y/N was greeted by their team, hugs and cheers all around. But it was Leon they sought out first, their eyes scanning the crowd until they found him making his way through the throng of people.
As soon as their eyes met, Y/N broke into a run, their heart pounding with joy. Leon caught them as they reached him, pulling them into a tight embrace. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in that moment of pure happiness.
"You did it!" Leon exclaimed, his voice full of pride and emotion.
"I couldn’t have done it without you," Y/N replied, their voice thick with emotion. The adrenaline of the race was still coursing through them, but it was mixed with something else—a deep, overwhelming feeling for the man standing in front of them.
Without thinking, Y/N leaned in, capturing Leon’s lips in a kiss. It was spontaneous, driven by the rush of victory and the connection they’d been building over the past few weeks. The kiss was brief but intense, a moment of pure passion that took them both by surprise.
When they pulled back, Y/N saw the surprise in Leon’s eyes, but also something else—something that mirrored the emotions they were feeling.
"Wow," Leon whispered, a smile slowly spreading across his face. "That was... unexpected."
Y/N laughed, their heart swelling with affection. "Sorry, I just... I couldn’t help it."
"Don’t apologize," Leon said, his hand cupping Y/N’s cheek. "I’m glad you did."
Before they could say anything more, the team was calling for Y/N to head to the podium. Y/N looked back at Leon, their eyes locking once more.
"Stay close, okay? I want you to be there when I get off the podium."
"I’ll be right here," Leon promised, his smile warm and reassuring.
With one last squeeze of Leon’s hand, Y/N turned and headed toward the podium, the cheers of the crowd ringing in their ears. As they stepped onto the top step, the weight of the moment hit them—the culmination of all their hard work, their dreams, and the support of the people who believed in them.
And as the national anthem played and the champagne flowed, Y/N’s thoughts were with Leon. They knew this was just the beginning of something incredible, both on and off the track.
When the podium celebrations were over, Y/N quickly made their way back to Leon, who was waiting just where he’d promised. Without a word, Y/N pulled him into another kiss, this one slower, more deliberate, a promise of what was to come.
As they finally pulled away, Y/N rested their forehead against Leon’s, their smiles mirroring each other.
"Looks like I’ve got another reason to love racing," Y/N said softly.
Leon chuckled, his eyes shining with happiness. "And I’ve got a new favorite driver."
Together, they walked away from the podium, hand in hand, ready to face whatever the future held.
Could you please write a Leon x Reader where they are celebrating the closing ceremony together? Especially highlighting his opportunity to extinguish the Olympic Cauldron. Thank you! He looked so hot in a suit. Woo! 🥵 The gardens were the perfect romantic setting too. Love that you are writing for him.
✧The Final Flame ✧
─ Léon Marchand x OC, Léon Marchand x Reader
Hey Anon, I hope enjoyed the closing ceremony as much as i did! i must admit i will miss the Paris Olympics A LOT! Enjoy x
Warnings: Established relationship, recount of events displayed on tv, inaccurate time frame ( some say Léon is still walking)
Enjoy!
The stadium roared with applause, the electric atmosphere of the closing ceremony reverberating through the crowd. You stood amidst the excitement, eyes locked on the center stage where the star of the evening was about to make his appearance. Léon Marchand, the golden boy of the games, was moments away from performing one of the most symbolic acts of the night—extinguishing the Olympic Cauldron.
As the crowd quieted, a spotlight illuminated Léon. He stood there, looking effortlessly dashing in a perfectly tailored suit that accentuated his athletic build. His usually tousled hair was neatly styled, but there was still a hint of that carefree charm that made him so captivating. The suit, a deep navy that contrasted perfectly with the flames behind him, made him look every bit the hero of the evening.
You couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and admiration as he took the stage, the weight of the moment clear in his focused expression. He had already captured the hearts of millions with his record-breaking swims, but tonight, it was his presence, his calm poise, that held everyone’s attention.
The final speaker’s words echoed through the stadium, a reminder of the incredible feats achieved over the past weeks. Then, the moment arrived. Léon was handed the ceremonial torch, its flame a symbol of passion, perseverance, and unity. The crowd hushed, all eyes on him as he approached the cauldron.
You held your breath as he paused for just a moment, his gaze flickering over the crowd before landing on you. A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his lips—one that only you would notice. It was a smile that spoke of shared memories, of countless hours of training, of every moment leading up to this one. Your heart swelled with emotion, knowing how much this meant to him.
With a steady hand, Léon tilted the torch towards the cauldron. The flames that had burned so brightly throughout the games began to flicker and fade, the light dimming until it was finally extinguished. The crowd erupted into applause, but Léon remained still for a moment, letting the gravity of the act settle over him.
He turned to face the audience, the applause growing louder, but his eyes sought you out in the crowd. Even in this moment of triumph, he was grounded, his thoughts always returning to you. As the applause began to fade, he stepped down from the platform and made his way towards you.
When he finally reached you, the noise of the crowd seemed to fade away. His hand found yours, the warmth of his touch grounding you both in the present. He leaned in, his voice low enough that only you could hear.
"Thank you for being here," he murmured, his eyes soft with affection.
"You were incredible," you whispered back, squeezing his hand. "I'm so proud of you."
He smiled, that same boyish grin that had won your heart so long ago. "Let's get out of here," he said, nodding towards a quieter exit away from the press and the crowd. "I want to celebrate with you."
As you slipped away from the stadium together, the weight of the ceremony gave way to a sense of relief and joy. Tonight was just the beginning of new memories with Léon, and you couldn’t wait to see what the future held for both of you.
hey! love your leon writing, it’s really great to read. thank you for your work, keep it up!
i was also hoping you could write a something with a gymnast!reader where she’s seen him compete and vise versa. thanks <3
✧Partners in Performance ✧
─ Léon Marchand x OC, Léon Marchand x Reader
Hi Anon, Thank you lots and lots for your ask, super cool idea to mix gymnastics into the mix with Léon !
Warnings: Established relationship, I haven't been to the village nor events in the Olympics (Paris '24), not fluent in French, Fluff!
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Y/N tightened the straps on their gymnastics grips, their focus sharp as they prepared for their next routine. The gym was filled with the familiar sounds of chalky hands clapping and the rhythmic pounding of feet on the mats. It was competition day, and the energy was palpable.
But Y/N’s thoughts weren’t entirely on the upcoming performance. Instead, their mind kept drifting to the tall, curly-haired swimmer who was probably wrapping up his own practice at the pool. Léon Marchand, the rising star of French swimming, had been a constant presence in Y/N’s life, both as a competitor and as something more.
They had met at a sports camp two years ago, each working tirelessly to refine their craft. What started as a friendship rooted in mutual respect quickly blossomed into something deeper. They understood each other in a way few others could—how the pressure of competition could weigh heavily, how victories were both exhilarating and fleeting, and how the grind never really stopped.
“Ready?” Their coach’s voice pulled Y/N out of their thoughts.
“Ready,” Y/N replied with a nod, rolling their shoulders back and taking a deep breath. This was their moment.
The announcer called their name, and Y/N stepped onto the floor, the apparatus shining under the bright lights. The music started, and with it, Y/N’s routine—a carefully choreographed blend of strength, grace, and precision.
They flowed through the movements, each leap, turn, and flip executed with a combination of power and elegance. As they completed their final tumbling pass, landing with a controlled but firm stance, the crowd erupted into applause. Y/N smiled, their heart racing with the thrill of nailing the routine.
After saluting the judges, Y/N jogged off the floor, a sense of accomplishment washing over them. As they grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat from their brow, their phone buzzed in their gym bag. They fished it out and saw a message from Léon.
**Léon**: *J’ai vu ta performance en direct. Incroyable, comme toujours.*
(I watched your performance live. Incredible, as always.)
Y/N’s smile widened, warmth spreading through them. Léon had always been their biggest fan, even when he couldn’t be there in person. They quickly typed back.
**Y/N**: *Merci, mon amour. J’aurais aimé que tu sois ici, mais savoir que tu regardes, c’est presque aussi bien.*
(Thank you, my love. I wish you were here, but knowing you’re watching is almost as good.)
There wasn’t much time to bask in the moment, though. The rest of the competition still loomed, but Y/N felt a renewed sense of determination. They weren’t just performing for themselves; they were doing it for Léon too.
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Later that evening, after the competition had wrapped up and Y/N had collected their medal—a hard-earned silver—they finally had a chance to unwind. The hotel room was quiet, and as they settled into bed, their phone buzzed again. It was a video call from Léon.
Y/N answered immediately, and there he was—his handsome face filling the screen, eyes bright with pride.
“Salut, championne,” Léon greeted, his voice warm and full of affection.
“Salut, champion,” Y/N replied, feeling a flutter in their chest. “How was practice?”
“Tough,” Léon admitted, running a hand through his damp curls. “But nothing compared to what you just did. I watched your entire routine, Y/N. You were amazing.”
Y/N blushed slightly, still getting used to the way Léon’s compliments made their heart race. “Thank you. I wish you could have been there.”
“Me too,” he said, his expression softening. “But soon, we’ll both be competing in the same city. I can’t wait for that.”
“Neither can I,” Y/N agreed. “I miss watching you swim in person. Videos don’t do it justice.”
Léon chuckled. “Well, I’ve got a big meet coming up. Maybe you could come watch?”
Y/N’s eyes lit up. “I’d love that. What’s the meet?”
“It’s in a few weeks, actually,” Léon said. “The nationals. I’ve been training hard for it.”
“I’ll be there,” Y/N promised. “Front row, cheering you on.”
Léon’s smile was radiant. “Knowing you’ll be there makes it even better.”
They talked for a while longer, sharing details about their training and upcoming competitions, each finding comfort in the other’s voice despite the miles between them.
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When the day of Léon’s big meet finally arrived, Y/N was in the stands, heart pounding with anticipation. The aquatic center was buzzing with excitement as swimmers warmed up and spectators filled the seats.
When Léon’s event was called, Y/N’s breath caught in their throat. They had seen him swim countless times before, but it never ceased to amaze them. The way he moved through the water was almost otherworldly, each stroke powerful and fluid.
As the race began, Y/N leaned forward in their seat, eyes glued to the pool. Léon surged ahead, his movements precise and controlled, and Y/N’s heart swelled with pride. When he touched the wall and the scoreboard flashed his time—first place—Y/N jumped to their feet, cheering loudly.
Léon looked up into the stands, and when his eyes found Y/N, his face broke into a wide grin. He pointed up at them, a silent acknowledgment that this victory, like so many others, was shared.
After the medals were awarded, Léon found Y/N in the crowd, pulling them into a tight embrace despite the fact that he was still dripping wet.
“You were incredible,” Y/N said, their voice muffled against his chest.
“Only because you were here,” Léon replied, pressing a kiss to their temple. “I told you, didn’t I? We’re better together.”
Y/N laughed softly, looking up at him. “Yeah, we are.”
As they walked out of the aquatic center hand in hand, Y/N couldn’t help but feel that, no matter where their sports took them, as long as they had each other, they would always find a way to shine.
Hey lovely!!!!! Let me say that I am so thankful that you write for Leon and that I loooooooooove your stories so for! Could I send in a request? Maybe where Y/n (French if possible cause I am also French) joins him in the US and they move in together after sometime doing long distance? And just super fluffy!!! No rush though! Take care of yourself!!!! ♥️♥️♥️
✧Reunis pour Toujours ✧
─ Léon Marchand x OC, Léon Marchand x Reader
@frenchgirlinlondon Bonjour ! I hope this lives up to expectation, merci my darling.
warnings: established couple, not fluent in French, fluff!!, no use of time nor setting.
It had been a year since Léon had left France for the U.S., chasing his dream of swimming glory at Arizona State University. The long-distance had been tough, with late-night FaceTime calls and endless texts, but nothing could replace the warmth of being together.
Today, that was finally going to change.
Y/N looked out the window of the taxi as it pulled up to Léon’s apartment complex in Tempe, Arizona. The sun was shining brightly, and palm trees lined the street—a stark contrast to the familiar Parisian boulevards. The moment the car stopped, Y/N felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. This was it. A new chapter in their relationship.
Y/N stepped out of the taxi, pulling a suitcase along. The door to Léon’s building opened almost instantly, and there he was—tall, broad-shouldered, with that familiar mop of curly hair and a smile that could light up the darkest of days.
“Mon amour!” Léon called out, rushing down the steps. He wrapped Y/N in a tight embrace, lifting them slightly off the ground.
“Léon!” Y/N laughed, burying their face in his neck, taking in the scent they had missed so much. “Je t’ai tellement manqué,” they whispered, their voice muffled against his skin.
“Tu n’imagines même pas,” he replied, pulling back slightly to look at them. His brown eyes were filled with a mixture of love and relief. “Finally, no more time zones, no more screens between us.”
Y/N smiled, their eyes welling up with happy tears. “Je suis tellement heureuse d’être ici, avec toi.”
Léon kissed them gently on the forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment. “Moi aussi. Let’s get you inside, I can’t wait to show you our place.”
Together, they carried Y/N’s suitcase up the stairs. Léon opened the door to his apartment—a cozy space filled with a mix of modern furniture and personal touches. On the wall was a photo collage, mostly of the two of them—memories from France and moments from Léon’s life in the U.S.
“Welcome home,” Léon said softly, watching as Y/N took in the room.
“Our home,” Y/N corrected, smiling at him. They placed their suitcase by the door and walked over to the couch, where Léon had laid out a few of their favorite snacks from France—a thoughtful gesture that made Y/N’s heart swell.
They sat down together, Léon’s arm draped around Y/N’s shoulders, pulling them close. “This feels surreal,” Y/N said, their voice barely above a whisper.
“I know,” Léon agreed, his fingers gently playing with Y/N’s hair. “But it’s real. We’re here. Together.”
Y/N turned to look at him, their faces just inches apart. “What do we do now?”
Léon grinned, leaning in to press a soft kiss to their lips. “Now, we make this place ours. We create new memories, explore this city, and just… be together.”
Y/N nodded, a smile tugging at their lips. “J’aime ça.”
They spent the rest of the day unpacking, Léon showing Y/N around the apartment. The kitchen had a small dining table with two chairs, perfect for cozy breakfasts. The living room had a large window that let in plenty of natural light, and the bedroom was simple yet comfortable, with a queen-sized bed that looked like it had been made with care.
“C’est parfait,” Y/N said as they walked into the bedroom, running their hand over the soft bedspread. Léon came up behind them, wrapping his arms around their waist.
“I’m glad you think so,” he murmured, resting his chin on their shoulder. “Because I want this to be our space, where we can relax after a long day, where we can just be ourselves.”
Y/N turned in his arms to face him, their hands resting on his chest. “I’m so happy to be here with you, Léon. I know it was hard being apart, but it made this moment even more special.”
Léon smiled, leaning down to kiss them softly. “Every second was worth it if it brought us to this moment.”
They stood there for a moment, just holding each other, savoring the feeling of finally being together after so long. The challenges of long-distance seemed like a distant memory now that they were in each other’s arms.
As the day turned into evening, they curled up on the couch together, a soft blanket draped over them. Léon had his arm around Y/N, their head resting on his shoulder as they watched a movie. But more than the movie, Y/N was focused on the steady rhythm of Léon’s breathing, the warmth of his body next to theirs.
“Je t’aime,” Y/N whispered, looking up at him.
Léon smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to their forehead. “Je t’aime aussi, pour toujours.”
For the first time in what felt like forever, everything was perfect. They were together, and nothing else mattered.
As they drifted off to sleep that night, Léon holding Y/N close, they both knew that this was just the beginning of their new life together. No more distance, no more longing—just endless days of love and happiness.
