Thinking About Georges Crash And Zhous Crash At Silverstone. How George, Acting On Instinct, Parked His

Thinking about George’s crash and Zhou’s crash at Silverstone. How George, acting on instinct, parked his car forfeited his race, and hardly thought about rushing to help in anyway he could. How he talked about how scared he had felt, and how worried for Zhou he had been. How he found himself in a situation that must have been one of his worst fears and they didn’t red flag the race for him. Despite how much he was asking for one. No. They had him sitting on the track, unable to see the cars coming at him, trapped and frantically looking around waiting for that impact. Its horrifying. It shouldn’t have happened to anyone, and the fact that George showed his true character by immediately placing another drivers safety first, but the sport couldn’t do that for him in return is so upsetting.

Omg thanks for writing for Léon <3 I love your work

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HELLO i'm in college now so you can access my leaving cert posts here, the grades i got for LC 2023 for your reference when reading the selection of notes i posted ARE:

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girly you know how much i’m a sucker for fluff 😭😭 i NEED a friends to lovers with leon omg ??

✧A Love That Grows With Time✧ Léon Marchand x Y/N

Warnings: Friends to lovers, overload fluff, bunnies and unicorns worth of fluff.

Dearest @taiylors16, i have filled this fic full of gummies, clouds and so much more for your 'Fluff Haven', love you dearly. x

Part One: Innocent Beginnings

The first day you met Léon Marchand was a day of new beginnings. You were eight years old, your family had just moved into the quiet, tree-lined neighborhood in Toulouse, and everything felt new and unfamiliar. You stood on the front lawn of your new home, watching as your parents unloaded boxes from the moving truck, when your gaze was drawn to the house next door.

There, in the neighboring yard, a boy with messy brown hair was splashing around in a small inflatable pool. His laughter, bright and carefree, floated through the summer air, drawing you in like a magnet. You found yourself inching closer, curiosity getting the better of you.

The boy noticed you watching and immediately grinned, waving you over with the kind of enthusiasm that only children seem to possess. Without a second thought, you dropped the doll you’d been holding and ran over to the fence that separated your yards.

"Hi! I’m Léon. What’s your name?" he called out, still splashing about in the water.

"I’m Y/N," you replied, your shyness momentarily forgotten in the face of his friendly demeanor.

"Do you want to play?" Léon asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

You nodded eagerly, and before you knew it, you were climbing over the fence to join him. The afternoon passed in a blur of water fights, silly games, and laughter so loud it echoed off the houses. It felt like you’d known Léon forever, like he was the missing piece to your puzzle. From that day forward, you were inseparable.

The long summer days were filled with endless adventures. You and Léon would race your bikes down the quiet streets, pretending you were in the Tour de France. You’d build forts out of cardboard boxes, imagining you were explorers discovering new lands. Every day was a new story, a new game, and every day, Léon was there, right by your side.

You spent most afternoons at his house, where his mother would always have snacks ready for the two of you. Léon’s house quickly became your second home, a place where you felt completely at ease. The two of you would spend hours in his room, sprawled out on the floor with toys and games, chatting about anything and everything.

One day, as you both lay on the grass in his backyard, staring up at the sky, Léon turned to you with a serious expression. "We’re going to be best friends forever, right, Y/N?"

You looked at him, surprised by the sudden seriousness in his voice. But when you saw the earnestness in his eyes, you smiled and nodded. "Yeah, forever."

And just like that, a promise was made—a promise that would shape the course of your lives in ways neither of you could have predicted.

Part Two: Growing Together

As you and Léon grew older, your friendship only deepened. By the time you were in middle school, you were more like family than friends. You had a bond that was unshakeable, built on years of shared memories and countless adventures.

Léon had started swimming competitively, and it quickly became clear that he had a natural talent for it. Every afternoon after school, he’d head to the local pool for practice, and more often than not, you’d be right there with him, cheering him on from the sidelines.

You’d sit on the bleachers with a book or your homework, but your attention was always on Léon. There was something mesmerizing about watching him glide through the water, his movements smooth and effortless. You admired his dedication, the way he pushed himself to be better every day. Even at twelve years old, he had a determination that was rare, and you couldn’t help but feel proud of him.

After practice, Léon would always find you waiting for him outside the pool. You’d walk home together, talking about everything and nothing. Those walks became your favorite part of the day, a time when it was just the two of you, no distractions, no interruptions.

One evening, after a particularly tough practice, Léon emerged from the locker room, his hair still damp and a tired smile on his face. You handed him a towel, as you always did, and he took it with a grateful nod.

"You know, you don’t have to wait for me every day," he said, though there was a hint of something in his voice—hope, maybe, or gratitude.

"I know," you replied with a shrug, trying to play it cool. "But I want to."

Léon smiled, that same warm, easy smile that had drawn you to him all those years ago. "What would I do without you, Y/N?"

The question was casual, but something about it made your heart skip a beat. You brushed it off with a laugh, but later that night, as you lay in bed, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. You and Léon had always been close, but lately, there was something different between you, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

You were fourteen now, and with each passing day, the world around you seemed to change. School was more demanding, your social circles were expanding, and new interests were beginning to take shape. But through it all, Léon remained the one constant in your life. He was the one person you could always count on, the one person who knew you better than anyone else.

As the school year went on, you started to notice things about Léon that you hadn’t before. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, the way his voice deepened when he talked about something he was passionate about, the way he always seemed to be there for you, no matter what.

You found yourself thinking about him more often, wondering what it would be like to hold his hand, to be more than just friends. But every time those thoughts crept into your mind, you pushed them away, afraid of what they might mean.

After all, Léon was your best friend. He was the person you’d grown up with, the person who knew all your secrets, who had been there through every high and low. The last thing you wanted was to ruin that.

But as much as you tried to ignore it, that feeling—that flutter in your chest whenever he smiled at you, that warmth that spread through you whenever he said your name—refused to go away.

And then, one evening, everything changed.

Part Three: The First Kiss

It was a warm summer night, the kind that seemed to stretch on forever. The air was thick with the scent of blooming flowers, and the sky was painted in shades of pink and orange as the sun dipped below the horizon.

You and Léon were walking home from the pool, as you always did, your conversation light and easy. The day had been perfect—Léon had broken his personal record in the 100m freestyle, and you’d been there to witness it, cheering him on with all the pride and excitement you felt.

As you approached your house, something in the air shifted. The easy banter between you quieted, and a comfortable silence settled in. You could feel the soft breeze on your skin, the rhythmic sound of your footsteps on the pavement, but most of all, you could feel Léon’s presence beside you, warm and steady.

When you reached your front gate, you turned to face him, suddenly aware of how close he was. The streetlamp cast a golden glow on his face, highlighting the intensity in his eyes as he looked at you. For a moment, the world seemed to stop, and all you could hear was the pounding of your own heart.

"Léon," you began, your voice barely above a whisper. You weren’t even sure what you were going to say, but you knew you had to say something, anything to break the tension that had been building between you for weeks.

But before you could continue, Léon took a small step forward, closing the distance between you. His hand reached up, gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. The touch was soft, almost hesitant, but it sent a shiver down your spine.

"You know," he said, his voice just as quiet, "I’ve been wanting to tell you something."

Your breath caught in your throat. "What is it?"

Léon’s gaze held yours, and in that moment, you could see everything—every emotion, every thought, every unspoken word that had been building up between you for so long.

"I think… no, I know," he began, his words careful and deliberate, "that I care about you more than just as a friend. I’ve felt this way for a while, but I didn’t want to say anything because I was afraid… afraid it might change things between us."

Your heart was pounding in your chest, your mind racing to catch up with what he was saying. Could it be? Did he feel the same way you did?

But before you could respond, Léon continued, his voice growing softer, more vulnerable. "But now, standing here with you, I can’t keep it to myself anymore. I… I really like you, Y/N."

For a moment, you were speechless, too overwhelmed by the rush of emotions surging through you. But then, without thinking, you took a step forward, closing the gap between you even further, and you whispered, "I like you too, Léon."

The relief and joy in his eyes were undeniable, and before you knew it, he was leaning in, his lips meeting yours in the softest, most tender kiss you’d ever imagined. It was a kiss that spoke of years of friendship, of shared memories and unspoken feelings, of a love that

Certainly! Here’s the continuation of the story, extending into their adult years, where their relationship blossoms into a loving, romantic partnership.

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Part Four: Love in Full Bloom

As you and Léon transitioned into adulthood, the bond that had been formed in your childhood grew into a deep, enduring love. Both of you were now in your early twenties, navigating the complexities of life, careers, and relationships. But through it all, your love for each other remained a constant source of strength and joy.

Léon had become a prominent figure in the world of competitive swimming. His dedication and talent had propelled him to international success, and he was now a well-respected athlete with a busy schedule. Despite the demands of his career, he always made time for you, understanding that your presence was just as important to him as his training and competitions.

Your own career had taken off as well. You had pursued a path in graphic design, and after a few years of hard work, you had established yourself as a respected designer in your field. The long hours and creative challenges were fulfilling, but what truly made your days bright was the knowledge that you had Léon by your side.

One evening, after a particularly intense day at work, you came home to a surprise. Your apartment was softly lit with candles, and the aroma of a delicious meal wafted from the kitchen. You dropped your keys on the entry table, a smile spreading across your face as you walked towards the source of the enticing smell.

"Léon?" you called out, your voice filled with both surprise and delight.

"In here," came his voice from the kitchen.

You stepped into the kitchen to find Léon, wearing an apron over his casual clothes, stirring a pot on the stove. He turned to you with a grin, his eyes sparkling with affection.

"Hey," he said, his voice warm and inviting. "I wanted to do something special for you tonight. I know you’ve been working hard and I thought you could use a little break."

Your heart melted at his thoughtfulness. "This is amazing, Léon. You didn’t have to."

He shrugged, a playful smile on his lips. "Of course I did. You deserve it."

He finished preparing dinner, and together, you sat down at the table, a spread of homemade dishes that showcased his surprising culinary skills. The meal was delicious, and as you ate, you talked about your day, your hopes, and your dreams. It felt like a perfect moment, a reminder of how lucky you were to have Léon in your life.

After dinner, you moved to the living room, where the candles provided a soft, romantic glow. You settled onto the couch, Léon sitting close beside you, his arm draped around your shoulders. The comfort of his presence was everything you needed after a long day.

"I’ve been thinking," Léon said softly, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your arm. "About how far we’ve come."

You leaned into him, your head resting on his shoulder. "Me too. It’s been quite a journey, hasn’t it?"

"Yeah," he agreed, his voice filled with warmth. "From playing in the backyard to this. I never imagined it would turn out like this."

You looked up at him, your heart full of love. "Neither did I, but I’m so glad it did."

Léon’s eyes met yours, and for a moment, it felt like the world outside had faded away. The connection between you was palpable, a bond forged through years of friendship and deepened by the love you now shared.

"Do you remember when we were kids," he said, his voice low and tender, "and we used to lie on the grass, looking up at the clouds and making up stories?"

"How could I forget?" you replied with a smile. "Those were some of my favorite times."

Léon’s hand found yours, his touch gentle and reassuring. "I’ve always felt like we were meant to be together, like we were two pieces of a puzzle that fit perfectly."

Your heart swelled at his words. "I’ve felt the same way. Even when we were just friends, there was always something special between us."

He squeezed your hand, his gaze never leaving yours. "And now, as we’re building our lives together, I can’t imagine it any other way."

You leaned in, closing the distance between you until your lips met in a soft, lingering kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of all the years you had spent together, of the love that had grown from a childhood friendship into something profound and beautiful.

When you finally pulled back, both of you were smiling, your hearts full and content. Léon’s fingers gently brushed a strand of hair from your face, and he looked at you with an expression of pure adoration.

"Y/N," he said softly, "I love you more than I can put into words."

You smiled, your heart overflowing with happiness. "I love you too, Léon. More than you’ll ever know."

The evening continued in a haze of love and contentment. You talked about your future, your dreams, and the life you were building together. Every moment felt perfect, a testament to the strength of your bond and the depth of your love.

As the night drew to a close, you found yourselves wrapped in each other’s arms, lying together on the couch. The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow over the room, and the soft music playing in the background provided the perfect soundtrack to your cozy evening.

You snuggled closer to Léon, your head resting on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. He kissed the top of your head, his embrace warm and comforting.

"This," you whispered, "is exactly where I want to be."

Léon’s arms tightened around you, and he kissed your forehead gently. "Me too, Y/N. Me too."

As you both drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s love, you knew that no matter what the future held, you would face it together. Your journey from childhood friends to lovers had been a beautiful one, filled with moments of joy, laughter, and unwavering support. And as you held Léon close, you felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the love that had grown between you—one that was strong, enduring, and beautifully perfect.

And so, Léon and Y/N’s story continued, a testament to the power of friendship, the beauty of love, and the joy of sharing a life with someone who truly understood and cherished you.

A Léon Marchand Fanfiction//

Strokes of Faith

Pairing: Léon Marchand x !female reader, Léon Marchand x original female character

Warnings: sexual content, unrelated storylines, uneducated in swimming practice nor routine, medical knowledge is not accredited, friends to lovers, drinking, mental health, injury. (Please let me know if I have forgotten any)

Dedication: to tumblr accounts for liking my first fic

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Olivia’s heart raced as she approached the practice pool. The early morning sun had just begun to rise, casting a soft glow over the water. She loved these early sessions, not just for the tranquility but for the chance to see Léon at his best. He was already in the water, slicing through it with a grace that still amazed her every time.

“Morning, Olivia!” Coach Bob greeted her with his usual energy. “Ready to get to work?”

“Absolutely,” she replied, setting down her bag of medical supplies. She had volunteered to help Coach Bob with Léon’s training, bringing her nursing skills to the poolside.

Léon emerged from the water, his powerful strokes coming to a smooth halt. He pushed his goggles up onto his forehead, his wet hair clinging to his face. “Morning, Olivia,” he said with a warm smile.

“Morning, Léon. You look like you’re ready to conquer the world,” she teased, handing him a towel.

Léon laughed, a deep, infectious sound that always made her smile. “Just trying to keep up with the best coach and the best medical assistant,” he said, nodding towards Bob and Olivia.

As they settled into the session, Léon pushed himself hard, the strain visible on his face. Olivia watched closely, ready to step in if needed. It wasn’t long before Léon’s muscles began to show signs of fatigue.

“Take a break, Léon,” Bob called out. “Olivia, why don’t you give him a quick check?”

Olivia moved to Léon’s side, her hands gentle but firm as she assessed his condition. She checked his heart rate and pulse, her touch reassuring and professional. “Your heart rate is a bit high, but nothing too concerning,” she said. “Let’s focus on recovery.”

Léon nodded, grateful for her care. He lay down on a bench, and Olivia began to massage his tired muscles, starting with his shoulders and neck. Léon closed his eyes, the tension in his body slowly easing under her skilled hands.

“Feels amazing,” he murmured, a contented sigh escaping his lips.

“Good,” Olivia replied, her voice soft. “You work so hard; you deserve a little pampering.”

As she worked, Léon couldn’t resist teasing her. He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on her neck, making her jump slightly. “Léon!” she exclaimed, a blush creeping up her cheeks.

“What? Just showing my gratitude,” he said with a playful grin.

Olivia shook her head, trying to maintain her professional demeanor. “You’re incorrigible.”

Léon’s grin widened, and he nipped playfully at her hip, making her laugh. “Consider it a bonus for your hard work.”

Their banter continued as Olivia finished the massage, the light-hearted teasing adding a personal touch to the routine. By the time they were done, Léon felt rejuvenated, ready to face the rest of the day.

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The days passed quickly, and soon it was time for the World Championships in London. The entire team flew out, the excitement palpable. They worked tirelessly to get Léon in top shape, balancing intense training with moments of exploration in the city.

One afternoon, Léon and Olivia found themselves wandering through the streets of London, taking in the sights. They visited landmarks, tried local food, and laughed together, the bond between them growing stronger with each shared experience.

Back at the practice pool, the pressure was on. Léon was preparing for the final 200 butterfly, and Bob was pushing him hard. After a particularly grueling session, Léon collapsed onto a bench, his body aching from the effort.

Olivia was there in an instant, her hands soothing his sore muscles. “You did amazing,” she said, her voice full of pride.

“Thanks, Olivia,” Léon replied, his eyes closing as he relaxed under her touch. “I couldn’t do it without you.”

As she massaged his shoulders, Léon shared his thoughts on the intense training. “It’s tough, but it’s worth it. I just keep thinking about the finish line.”

“You’re going to do great,” Olivia assured him. “Just remember to take care of yourself.”

Léon opened his eyes and looked up at her, a smile playing on his lips. “I’ve got you to help with that, don’t I?”

Olivia laughed softly, her heart warmed by his words. “Always.”

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The night before the final event, the team gathered to celebrate Léon’s two wins. The atmosphere was electric, the joy and excitement palpable. After the celebrations, Léon and Olivia decided to explore London’s nightlife.

They found a vibrant nightclub, the music loud and the energy high. Léon leaned in close to Olivia, his breath warm against her ear. “I miss being in Europe for the alcohol limit,” he teased, making her laugh.

They danced together, the rhythm of the music matching the pounding of their hearts. The connection between them was undeniable, and as the night wore on, the intensity of their feelings grew.

Léon pulled Olivia closer, their bodies moving in sync. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. The world around them faded away as they poured all their emotions into that fiery embrace.

Olivia responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck as they lost themselves in the moment. The kiss was a release of all the passion and tension that had been building between them, a testament to the deep bond they shared.

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The next morning, the team prepared for the long flight home to Arizona. Léon and Olivia sat together on the plane, their conversation flowing easily as they talked about everything from their recent experiences to their hopes for the future.

As the hours passed, Léon’s exhaustion caught up with him, and he fell asleep, his head resting on Olivia’s shoulder. She smiled softly, her heart full of affection as she watched him sleep.

Back at Arizona State University, the new year was approaching, and the student union had planned a series of house parties to celebrate. Léon and Olivia joined in the festivities, enjoying the lively atmosphere and the chance to unwind.

As the clock struck midnight, Olivia pulled Léon into a kiss, her heart racing with excitement. They spent the rest of the night dancing and celebrating, their connection growing even stronger.

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In the weeks that followed, finals loomed, and the pressure of exams took its toll. Léon pushed himself hard, both in the pool and in his studies, but it wasn’t long before he caught a virus, forcing him to take time away from training.

Olivia took immediate action, using her nursing skills to care for him. She checked his vitals, administered medication, and made sure he got plenty of rest. Léon was grateful for her care, his admiration for her growing with each passing day.

As summer approached, the dorms closed, and Bob offered to let Léon and Olivia stay with him. They settled into a routine, traveling to the pool each day and enjoying their time together. Breakfasts became a shared ritual, a time to connect and prepare for the day ahead.

One evening, Léon suggested they take a day off and drive to Gilbert. They enjoyed a night out, with drinks and dinner, savoring the break from their usual routine. On the way home, Léon stole kisses from Olivia, his playful side shining through.

They returned to Bob’s house, feeling relaxed and happy. After getting ready for bed, Olivia realized she had left her phone charger in Léon’s room. She went to retrieve it, only to find Léon in the shower. Her heart raced as she decided to join him, the warmth of the water and their closeness creating an intimate moment.

They held each other under the stream, their connection deepening as they shared tender kisses. The evening ended with them cuddling in bed, their hearts full of affection and contentment.

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The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over Léon’s bedroom. Bob knocked lightly on the door, but when there was no response, he peeked inside. Seeing Léon and Olivia curled up together, peacefully asleep, he smiled and quietly closed the door, leaving them to their rest.

Later, as the aroma of breakfast filled the house, Léon and Olivia stirred. They stretched and smiled at each other, their bond stronger than ever. They joined Bob in the kitchen, ready to face the day with renewed energy.

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The trio traveled to the pool for another intense training session. Léon pushed himself to the limit, his exhaustion evident by the end. Olivia was there, as always, to help him recover. She checked his heart rate and pulse, her touch gentle and reassuring.

As she massaged his muscles and stretched his neck and shoulders, Léon couldn’t resist stealing kisses on her neck and nipping playfully at her hips. Olivia teased him back, their banter lightening the mood.

With Olivia’s care, Léon felt his strength returning. They packed up their things and headed back to the house, their camaraderie and affection evident in every interaction.

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Back at the house, Léon and Olivia settled into a cozy routine, enjoying their time together. They cuddled on the couch, watching movies and talking about their plans for the future. The bond between them grew stronger with each passing day, a testament to the love and support they shared.

As the summer continued, Léon and Olivia faced each challenge together, their connection deepening with every shared experience. The season was filled with moments of hard work, relaxation, and growing affection, creating memories that would last a lifetime.

In the quiet moments between training and daily life, Léon and Olivia found solace in each other’s arms, their love a constant source of strength and comfort. The summer was a time of growth and transformation, bringing them closer than ever.