Ask Box Is Open!

Ask Box is Open!

(Check latest post! 16/9/2024)Hello My lovelies,

Officially happy to announce that my ask box is open, would be comfortable with Léon Marchand, However, i wouldn't mind writing for F1.

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✧✧✧ ─ Léon Marchand X Female!Reader

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, No previous swimming knowledge!, Heated exchanges, Unrealistic time frame and settings. (let me know if i missed any x)

In the early morning light, the water of the Olympic-sized swimming pool at Arizona State University shimmered like a vast, still lake. The quiet was occasionally broken by the soft splash of a flipper or the gasp of an overeager swimmer. At the far end, a young man named Leon Marchand emerged from the locker room, his eyes scanning the area. His muscular frame was a testament to countless hours spent slicing through the water, and his focus was unyielding as he approached the starting block. Hailing from France, Leon was a new addition to the ASU swim team, known for his fierce determination and unmatched skill in the butterfly stroke.

Leon's hair was slicked back, revealing sharp features that mirrored the intensity in his gaze. He wore the standard-issue swimsuit of the ASU Sun Devils, a bold combination of maroon and gold that made him stand out against the stark blue of the pool. His teammates had already started their warm-up laps, their bodies gliding through the water in a harmonious ballet of athleticism. But Leon was not there to make friends or admire the view; he was there to win. He'd been recruited with the promise of a scholarship and the chance to prove himself on the international stage, and he wasn't about to let anyone or anything stand in his way.

Across the pool, Kate, an English swimmer with a reputation for her sharp wit and even sharper elbows, observed Leon from the corner of her eye. Her short, blonde hair bobbed in the water as she executed a perfect flip turn at the end of her lane. Kate was known for her speed in the freestyle events, and she had her sights set on breaking records. Her blue eyes narrowed slightly as she took in the newcomer's confident stride. Competition was what made her tick, and she felt a spark of excitement at the prospect of having a rival who might actually be able to push her limits.

The air was charged with the scent of chlorine and the faint aroma of coffee from the nearby cafe, where coaches and teammates chatted in hushed tones. As Leon took his place alongside Kate, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of irritation. He was good, really good, and that meant he was a threat. But Kate wasn't one to back down from a challenge. She had come to ASU to be the best, and she wasn't about to let some cocky Frenchman steal her thunder without a fight.

Their rivalry grew with every practice, every race, and every shared glance. They pushed each other, unspoken barbs passing between them like silent electric currents. Yet, beneath the surface of their hostility, there was a mutual respect, a recognition of the fire that burned in both their hearts. They were two of a kind, both driven by a passion for the sport that consumed them.

But it was during a particularly intense training session, when the tension between them reached a boiling point, that something unexpected happened. Leon's powerful kick sent a spray of water into Kate's face, and she emerged from the pool, spluttering and furious. Wiping the water from her eyes, she spun around to face him, her voice cutting through the air like a knife.

"What the hell was that?" she snapped, her British accent sharp as a tack.

Leon smirked, his own eyes glinting with mischief. "Just trying to cool you down, Kate," he said, his French accent lilting over her name in a way that made her even more irritated.

Their coach, a stoic man named Jenkins, stepped in before the situation could escalate. "Alright, you two," he barked. "Save it for the competition."

And so they did. But the seeds of something more than rivalry had been planted, and as they trained together, competed against each other, and shared their love for the water, Leon and Kate found themselves drawn into a dance of desire and challenge that neither could ignore.

The swim meet against Yale was fast approaching, and the pressure was on. The ASU team had been preparing for weeks, their bodies pushed to the brink of endurance. In the final moments before the mixed relay, Leon and Kate shared a look that was a mix of nerves and excitement. They were the anchor legs of their respective teams, and this race would be the decider. The crowd roared as the first swimmers took their marks, the air thick with anticipation.

Leon dove in, his muscles propelling him through the water with the grace of a dolphin. He took the lead early on, setting a blistering pace that seemed untouchable. Meanwhile, Kate waited on the edge of the pool, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched the race unfold. When it was her turn, she dove in with a ferocity that surprised even herself, her arms and legs moving like pistons as she chased after the Yale swimmers.

The race was tight, and as they reached the final exchange, Kate and Leon's teams were neck and neck. The tension in the air was palpable as the two swimmers reached out to touch the pads and start their final sprints. But disaster struck for ASU; a miscommunication between teammates caused a delay in the handoff, and Leon's team took the lead.

Furious, Kate slammed her fist against the side of the pool as she watched Leon pull ahead. The crowd's cheers only fueled her anger, and she turned to her team, her eyes blazing. "We can still do this," she shouted, her voice echoing through the cavernous space. "We're not going to lose because of a mistake!"

Leon heard her words, and something shifted inside of him. He knew he could win this race, but he also knew that Kate's spirit was something to be reckoned with. He pushed himself harder, his strokes becoming more powerful as he approached the final meters. But just as he was about to touch the pad and claim victory, Kate's hand shot out of the water, her fingers brushing against his ankle. It was a move that was against the rules, but in that moment, it didn't matter. The connection was electric, and for a split second, they were no longer enemies, but two athletes bound by a shared passion.

The race ended in a tie, but the real victory was the spark that had been ignited between them. In the aftermath of the meet, as the teams cooled down and the tension slowly dissipated, Kate approached Leon, her expression unreadable. "We should talk," she said, her voice low and serious.

Leon nodded, his heart racing. He knew what she meant, and he felt the same way. They had both been playing a game of cat and mouse, hiding their true feelings behind a facade of rivalry. But now, with the water still dripping from their bodies and the scent of victory and defeat mingling in the air, they could no longer deny the attraction that had been simmering beneath the surface.

In the quiet of the emptying pool area, Kate reached out and touched Leon's arm, her hand lingering there for a moment before she turned and walked away. Leon watched her go, his eyes never leaving her retreating figure. He knew that from this point on, their relationship would never be the same. The question was, could they navigate the choppy waters of love and competition without letting one drown the other?

Their conversation took place later that evening, under the warm glow of the outdoor lights that illuminated the deserted pool. The air was cool, a stark contrast to the heated emotions they had shared in the water. Kate spoke first, her voice a mix of frustration and curiosity. "Why did you do that?" she asked, referring to his actions during the race.

Leon leaned against the side of the pool, his eyes never leaving hers. "I didn't mean to win," he admitted. "I just… I wanted to feel your touch." His confession hung in the air, and for a moment, it was as if they were the only two people on Earth.

Kate's expression softened, and she took a step closer. "That was dangerous," she said, her voice quieter now. "But also incredibly thrilling."

They stood there for a moment, the unspoken understanding passing between them like an invisible current. Then, without warning, Leon reached out and pulled Kate into his arms, their wet bodies pressed together. The kiss was as fiery as their rivalry had been, a mix of passion and challenge that neither of them could resist. It was a declaration of war and a peace treaty all in one, a promise of what was to come.

As the days turned into weeks, their relationship grew in intensity. They trained harder than ever, pushing each other to new heights. Yet, there was also a tenderness that began to emerge, a gentle touch here, a shared smile there. The tension between them was no longer just about winning; it was about wanting to be the best for each other.

But as the swim season progressed, so did the stakes. The national championships were approaching, and their love story was about to face its greatest test. Would they be able to balance their newfound love with their burning desire to win? Or would their competitive spirits drive them apart just when they needed each other the most?

The night before the nationals, Kate lay in bed, her thoughts racing like a river in flood. She knew that tomorrow, she would not only be racing against the best swimmers in the country but also against Leon. She felt a strange mix of excitement and dread, knowing that she had to face her fears and her love all at once.

Leon, in his own room, felt the same. He had never wanted to win so badly and never felt so conflicted about it. Yet, as he closed his eyes, he saw Kate's face, her eyes alight with determination, and he knew that no matter what happened in the pool, she was already his champion.

The following morning, the air in the stadium was electric. The stands were packed with screaming fans, and the pool gleamed like a giant, aquatic battlefield. Kate and Leon met each other's gaze across the water, and for a moment, it was as if they were the only two people in the world. Then the starting gun fired, and they were off, their bodies moving in perfect harmony with the water.

The race was a blur of color and motion, each stroke a silent declaration of love and war. They pushed each other, challenged each other, and ultimately, it was Kate who touched the pad first, breaking the tape with a triumphant smile. But as she turned to face Leon, she saw that he was not far behind, his eyes shining with pride and admiration.

In that moment, as the crowd roared and confetti fell around them, Kate realized that she had won more than just a race. She had found someone who understood her, who knew her strengths and weaknesses, and who loved her for all of it. And as they embraced, their hearts beating in sync, she knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it together, as equals and as champions.

Their relationship grew stronger with each passing day, each practice a silent negotiation of love and competition. They learned to balance the delicate scales of their emotions, to support each other in victory and in defeat. The bond that had been forged in the heat of the pool had transcended the boundaries of the sport, becoming something deeper and more profound.

But the swimming world was not without its challenges. Jealous teammates and whispers of favoritism followed them like shadows, and the pressure to win grew heavier with each race. Yet, Leon and Kate remained steadfast, their love for each other fueling their determination to succeed. They became each other's rocks, each other's air, and each other's inspiration.

The national championships were a whirlwind of emotion and adrenaline. Medals were won and lost, records were shattered, and through it all, Leon and Kate's eyes never left each other's. They were no longer just rivals; they were partners in a dance that was both fierce and beautiful. As they stepped onto the podium together, holding hands and basking in the glow of their success, they knew that they had found something much greater than gold.

In the end, it was their shared passion for swimming that had brought them together, but it was their love for each other that made them unstoppable. They had proven to themselves and to the world that sometimes, the greatest rivalries can become the most powerful alliances. And as they looked into the horizon of their futures, they knew that no matter how rough the waters got, they would always have each other to keep them afloat.

The whispers and jealous glances from their teammates slowly faded away as Leon and Kate's bond grew stronger. They had learned to navigate the treacherous waters of their relationship, turning every challenge into an opportunity to grow. They became an unshakeable force in the swimming world, inspiring not just their peers but also those who watched them from the stands.

But it wasn't all smooth sailing. There were moments of doubt, of fear that their love would somehow taint their competitive spirits. They had to learn to separate their personal lives from their professional ones, to keep the fire of their rivalry alive without letting it consume them. It was a delicate dance, one that required trust and communication.

Yet, as they stood on the edge of the pool, their eyes locked, ready to dive into the cool water for yet another race, they knew that they had found a balance. The water was their battleground, but outside of it, they were each other's sanctuary. And as they pushed off the starting blocks and sliced through the water, their hearts pounding in unison, they swam not just for themselves, but for the love that had transformed their lives.

Their story became the stuff of legends at ASU, a tale of passion, rivalry, and love that transcended the boundaries of the pool. As they graduated and moved on to compete internationally, they carried with them the lessons they had learned from each other. They were no longer just swimmers; they were a team, a force that could not be denied.

And when the time came for them to swim in the Olympic games, the entire world watched as they glided through the water, their strokes a testament to their journey. Whether they won gold or not, they had already achieved something far greater: a love that had made them both better athletes and better people. And as they touched the wall together, their hearts swelling with pride, they knew that no matter what the scoreboard said, they had already won the race that truly mattered.

Would like to say thank you to @laeana, @scottstr3et, @sashasedah, for giving me the push to write for Léon.

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.

i’m gonna need leon marchand fanfics NOW! pretty please!!🎀

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.