Flicker Of Splashes

Flicker of splashes

✧✧✧ ─ 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.

hii so i was wondering if you could write for leon x y/n ? maybe one where she is also french? if that’s not too much to ask🤍

✧Les Ondes de l'Amour✧ ─ Léon Marchand x Y/N

Hello Anon, Thank you for your request! I'm not fluent in french, only learning I have is from secondary level education. I hope this is to your expectation, x

Warnings: Not fluent in French, Established relationship, creative intervention to fit plot.

The golden sun cast a warm glow over the pool at the Centre National de la Natation in Paris. The air was thick with the scent of chlorine, and the rhythmic splash of swimmers practicing their strokes echoed around the massive facility.

You were sitting by the side of the pool, your legs dangling in the cool water as you watched the elite swimmers glide through the water with precision. Among them, your eyes were naturally drawn to one in particular—Leon Marchand.

Leon had captured the world's attention with his incredible talent, and today, he was training hard, as usual. Every stroke, every kick, was a testament to the hours of dedication he poured into his sport. But when he saw you sitting there, a smile broke through his usually focused expression.

You waved, a small gesture, but it made his heart skip a beat. As he finished his lap and surfaced, he swam towards you, water streaming down his toned muscles. The way he moved, graceful yet powerful, never ceased to amaze you.

"Tu t'amuses bien, chérie?" Leon asked playfully, resting his arms on the edge of the pool beside you.

("Are you having fun, sweetheart?")

You smiled back at him, your eyes reflecting the warmth of his. "Comment pourrais-je m'ennuyer en te regardant? Tu es impressionnant, comme toujours."

("How could I be bored watching you? You're impressive, as always.")

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Tu sais bien que je le fais mieux quand tu es là."

("You know I do it better when you're here.")

There was a teasing tone to his voice, but you knew there was truth behind it. Your presence always seemed to bring out the best in him, something you both silently acknowledged.

"Alors, tu es prêt pour les championnats?" you asked, tilting your head slightly as you looked at him.

("So, are you ready for the championships?")

"Je le suis. Mais seulement si tu es là pour m'encourager," Leon replied, reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

("I am. But only if you're there to cheer me on.")

You blushed slightly, the soft touch sending a flutter through your heart. "Bien sûr. Je serai là, juste à côté de toi, comme toujours."

("Of course. I'll be there, right beside you, as always.")

"Ça me rassure," he said softly, his gaze locking with yours. For a moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this intimate bubble of calm.

("That reassures me.")

Leon leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "Tu sais, Y/N, quand je suis dans l'eau, je pense souvent à toi. Ça m'aide à me concentrer, à me pousser plus loin."

("You know, Y/N, when I'm in the water, I often think of you. It helps me focus, to push myself further.")

Your breath hitched slightly at his words. Leon was not one to open up easily, but with you, he always seemed to find the courage to share his thoughts and feelings.

"Je pense à toi aussi," you admitted, your hand moving to rest on his, still slick with water. "Tu es une source d'inspiration pour moi."

("I think of you too. You're a source of inspiration for me.")

"Alors, nous nous inspirons mutuellement," he said with a soft smile before pressing a gentle kiss to your hand.

("Then, we inspire each other.")

The moment was broken by the sharp sound of a whistle, calling Leon back to the pool. He sighed, looking over his shoulder before turning back to you.

"Je dois y retourner," he said, a hint of reluctance in his voice.

("I have to go back.")

"I know," you replied, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "I'll be right here, cheering you on."

With one last lingering look, Leon pushed off the edge, diving back into the water with renewed energy. As you watched him swim away, your heart swelled with pride and affection. You knew that no matter where life took you both, you would always be there for each other—your love as steady and powerful as the waves that Leon so expertly conquered.

---

Later that evening, you and Leon returned to his apartment, a cozy space filled with reminders of his journey as a swimmer. Framed medals and photos adorned the walls, telling the story of his accomplishments. The scent of dinner filled the air—a simple but hearty meal of pasta and grilled chicken, something quick and nutritious to fuel his intense training.

As you sat down at the small dining table, Leon poured you a glass of sparkling water, the bubbles fizzing softly. "Tu as bien aimé l'entraînement aujourd'hui?" he asked, settling into the chair across from you.

("Did you enjoy the training today?")

"Oui, c'était impressionnant. Tu es toujours tellement concentré," you replied, twirling some pasta around your fork.

("Yes, it was impressive. You're always so focused.")

Leon shrugged modestly, a small smile playing on his lips. "J'essaie. Mais c'est plus facile quand je sais que tu es là pour me soutenir."

("I try. But it's easier when I know you're there to support me.")

You reached across the table, placing your hand over his. "Je serai toujours là, Leon. Tu n'as pas à t'inquiéter pour ça."

("I'll always be there, Leon. You don't have to worry about that.")

He squeezed your hand gently, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and affection. "Ça compte beaucoup pour moi, tu sais?"

("That means a lot to me, you know?")

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you. Dinner with Leon was always filled with easy conversation and quiet moments of connection. Tonight was no different, but there was an added layer of excitement in the air. Tomorrow, you were both heading to Toulouse to have dinner with his parents—a step in your relationship that felt both significant and special.

---

The next day, after a smooth train ride, you arrived in Toulouse. The city had a different pace from Paris, more relaxed and warm, much like the Marchand family itself. Leon’s parents had invited you to their home, a charming house just outside the city center. The garden was in full bloom, with vibrant flowers adding a splash of color to the cozy surroundings.

Leon opened the front gate for you, leading the way up the stone path. As soon as you stepped inside, you were enveloped in the comforting aroma of home-cooked food. His mother, always gracious, greeted you with a warm hug, while his father shook your hand with a smile.

"Bienvenue, Y/N! On est tellement contents de te voir," his mother said, guiding you into the living room.

("Welcome, Y/N! We're so happy to see you.")

"Merci beaucoup. Je suis ravie d'être ici," you replied, genuinely touched by the warmth of their welcome.

("Thank you so much. I'm delighted to be here.")

Dinner was a lively affair. The table was laden with a spread of delicious French dishes—ratatouille, coq au vin, and a fresh baguette that Leon’s father had picked up from the local bakery that morning. As you all sat around the table, the conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter and stories.

Leon’s parents were clearly proud of him, but they were also keen to learn more about you. They asked about your work, your family, and your hobbies. The warmth in their eyes made you feel like you were already a part of their family.

As the evening wore on, Leon’s mother brought out dessert—a tart au citron that was as beautiful as it was delicious. Over the sweet treat, the conversation turned to lighter topics, and you felt completely at ease.

"Leon nous parle souvent de toi," his mother said, her eyes twinkling. "Il est tellement heureux quand tu es là."

("Leon talks about you often. He's so happy when you're around.")

You blushed slightly, glancing at Leon, who was smiling softly at you. "Je suis heureuse aussi, surtout quand je suis avec lui."

("I'm happy too, especially when I'm with him.")

His father raised his glass, a gesture of celebration. "À vous deux. Que votre bonheur continue de grandir."

("To you both. May your happiness continue to grow.")

"À nous," Leon echoed, clinking his glass against yours with a loving smile.

("To us.")

After dinner, you and Leon took a stroll through the garden, the cool evening air refreshing after the warmth of the house. The stars were beginning to twinkle in the night sky, and the sounds of the city felt far away, leaving just the two of you in a peaceful bubble.

"Merci d'être venue ce soir," Leon said softly, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as you walked.

("Thank you for coming tonight.")

"Merci de m'avoir invitée. Tes parents sont adorables," you replied, leaning into him.

("Thank you for inviting me. Your parents are lovely.")

"Je savais qu'ils t'aimeraient," he said with a smile, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Comme je t'aime."

("I knew they'd love you. Just like I do.")

Your heart swelled at his words, and you stopped walking, turning to face him. "Je t'aime aussi, Leon. Plus que tu ne le sauras jamais."

("I love you too, Leon. More than you'll ever know.")

He cupped your face in his hands, his touch gentle and warm. The soft glow of the garden lights cast a golden hue on his features, highlighting the tenderness in his eyes. "C'est tout ce que je voulais entendre," Leon whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

("That's all I wanted to hear.")

Slowly, he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was both sweet and passionate. It felt like time stood still, the world around you fading into the background. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the two of you and the love you shared.

When you finally pulled away, your foreheads rested against each other, both of you breathing softly in the stillness of the night. Leon's thumb brushed gently across your cheek, as if trying to memorize every detail of your face.

"Je veux que tu saches que je suis sérieux à propos de nous," Leon said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Je ne peux pas imaginer ma vie sans toi."

("I want you to know that I'm serious about us. I can't imagine my life without you.")

You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes, overwhelmed by the depth of his feelings. "Moi non plus, Leon. Je suis tellement heureuse de t'avoir trouvé."

("Neither can I, Leon. I'm so happy to have found you.")

The night felt almost magical as you both stood there, wrapped in each other's arms. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring you together, and now that you had found each other, there was no turning back.

Eventually, you made your way back inside, where Leon's parents were relaxing in the living room, enjoying a quiet moment with their coffee. They looked up as you entered, their smiles warm and knowing.

"Ça a été une belle soirée, non?" Leon's mother asked, a twinkle of affection in her eyes as she glanced between the two of you.

("It was a lovely evening, wasn't it?")

"Oui, c'était parfait," you replied, exchanging a meaningful look with Leon.

("Yes, it was perfect.")

His father nodded, setting down his cup. "Vous êtes toujours les bienvenus ici. N'oubliez pas que cette maison est aussi la vôtre."

("You're always welcome here. Don't forget that this house is also yours.")

Touched by their kindness, you smiled and thanked them both. It was clear that Leon's parents had embraced you as part of their family, and that meant more to you than words could express.

As the night drew to a close, you and Leon said your goodbyes and made your way back to his apartment. The journey was quiet, both of you lost in your thoughts, but it was a comfortable silence, one filled with the contentment of knowing that you were loved and cherished.

Back at the apartment, you curled up on the couch together, Leon’s arm wrapped around you as you rested your head on his shoulder. The day had been long but fulfilling, and now, in the quiet comfort of his home, you felt at peace.

"Je pense que mes parents t'aiment plus que moi," Leon joked, breaking the silence with a playful smile.

("I think my parents love you more than they love me.")

You laughed softly, tilting your head to look up at him. "C'est parce qu'ils savent que je vais bien m'occuper de toi."

("That's because they know I'll take good care of you.")

He grinned, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. "Et moi de toi."

("And I of you.")

The rest of the evening passed in a blissful haze, the two of you simply enjoying each other’s presence. As you drifted off to sleep in Leon’s arms later that night, you knew without a doubt that this was where you were meant to be—right beside him, in a life filled with love, laughter, and the promise of a beautiful future together.

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I saw you were open for Leon marchabd suggestions are you able to write one where they are both Olympians from France and everyone has been shipping them and thinking they are a couple but they have always denied it and just said they are close friends then when he wins his gold medal the camera cut to him running to celebrate with her and kissing her and later on you see them having to answer questions about it to the media and getting all nervous

✧A Splash Of Gold And Love✧ Léon Marchand x OC

Hello Anon! Thank you for your Ask!. I hope my imagination meets your expectation x

warnings: established couple, both athletes, no prior knowledge to either sport, mature themes, press conference

The crowd at the Olympic Aquatics Center was on its feet, the roar of cheers and applause echoing through the arena. The French team had been holding its breath all evening, knowing this race was different. This was Léon Marchand’s race.

As Léon touched the wall, the world seemed to hold its breath for a moment, waiting for the scoreboard to confirm what everyone already knew. **1st place.** Gold. The time blinked on the screen, and the arena erupted. He had done it. Léon Marchand was an Olympic champion.

Gasping for breath, Léon hoisted himself out of the pool, water streaming down his muscular frame as he struggled to comprehend what had just happened. His vision was a blur of lights, colors, and faces, but one face stood out among them all.

The cameras cut to the stands where Sophie, France’s star diver and Léon’s best friend, was on her feet, screaming in triumph. She was surrounded by their teammates, but her eyes were only on Léon. She had always been his biggest supporter, his rock, and his closest friend. Together, they had shared the grueling highs and lows of their Olympic journeys.

The world had long speculated about their relationship. Articles, social media posts, and even their own teammates had teased them, convinced there was more between them than just friendship. But Léon and Sophie had always laughed it off, insisting they were just friends, bound by a shared passion for their sports.

But tonight was different.

Without thinking, Léon bolted from the pool deck, his legs pumping beneath him as he sprinted toward Sophie. He heard the gasps of the crowd, felt the eyes of millions watching, but none of it mattered. She mattered.

In a flash, he was in front of her, her wide eyes searching his, and then, before he could second-guess himself, he kissed her. It was soft, almost tentative at first, then deeper, full of all the emotions they had kept hidden for so long. The arena around them seemed to melt away, leaving just the two of them in that moment, as if the world had stopped spinning.

The crowd went wild. The cameras zoomed in, capturing the scene as the commentators tried to process what they were seeing. Léon and Sophie pulled away, their foreheads resting against each other’s, both of them breathless, but for different reasons now.

“I guess we can’t deny it anymore,” Sophie whispered, her voice shaking slightly as she tried to process what just happened.

“Not a chance,” Léon replied, grinning like a fool.

---

Later that evening, they sat together at the press conference, the bright lights and flashing cameras making them feel more exposed than they ever had in competition. Léon’s gold medal hung around his neck, but it was the questions about their kiss that dominated the room.

“So, are you two officially a couple now?” one reporter asked, a knowing smile on her face.

Sophie’s breath hitched as she glanced at Léon. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and her palms were sweating. She hadn’t expected this. This was different from diving off a 10-meter platform into a pool; this was diving headfirst into something unknown and very public.

Léon, sensing her nerves, gave her hand a reassuring squeeze under the table. “We, uh…” he started, but Sophie’s mind was racing too fast to process his words. She could feel the eyes of everyone in the room on her, waiting for her response.

“We, um…” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yes,” she finally managed to say, her face flushed. She felt like a deer caught in the headlights, her usually calm demeanor nowhere to be found. “We are… a couple,” she added, her words stumbling over each other as she tried to keep her composure.

The room buzzed with excitement, cameras flashing as more questions were thrown at them. Léon chuckled softly, the tension breaking as he looked at Sophie with pure affection. “You’ve all been right this whole time,” he admitted, trying to take some of the pressure off her. “We’ve been denying it for so long, but tonight, I guess we couldn’t hold it in any longer.”

Sophie nodded along, her hand gripping his tightly under the table as if it were her lifeline. The press conference continued, but Sophie’s mind was a blur. She answered questions with as much poise as she could muster, but every now and then, her voice would waver, her nerves getting the best of her.

As the night wore on, and the questions finally subsided, Léon leaned over to Sophie and whispered in her ear, “You did great.”

Sophie let out a shaky breath, leaning into him, the cameras catching every second of the moment. “I was so nervous,” she confessed, her voice trembling.

Léon smiled, his arm slipping around her shoulders to pull her closer. “I know, but we’re in this together now. We’ve been a team for so long, and now, we’re going to be the best team of all.”

Sophie smiled back, a little more confidently this time. “Together,” she said softly, “we’ll take on the world.”

And with that, they stepped out of the spotlight, ready to face whatever came next—together.

cillian murphy sprinkling in a little gaeilge at the end of his speech too!!!!!! 🇮🇪

would loveee a léon marchand fanfic in which they’re both olympic athletes!! it would be so cute them cheering each other on!

✧Hearts of Gold✧ ─

Léon Marchand x Female! Reader

Hello Anon, Thank you ever so much for this exciting request. I will admit I had lots of fun writing this! I hope I did created your idea well !

Warnings: Established relationship, time frames, unrealistic timings and settings, no prior knowledge of swimming nor equestrian. Enjoy!

The Olympic Village was a microcosm of the world’s most intense emotions—a mix of fierce competition and deep camaraderie. For Léon Marchand and Camille Durand, it was a place where dreams could either flourish or be shattered. But the couple, who had been together for three years, were determined to make these Olympics their greatest triumph.

Léon, the golden boy of French swimming, was aiming for four gold medals. Camille, a rising star in equestrian, had her sights set on three. They were each other’s biggest supporters, and their love had only grown stronger under the pressure of competition. Now, in the heart of the Olympic Games, their bond would be tested and celebrated as they chased their dreams together.

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**Day 1: 400m Individual Medley - Léon’s First Event**

The aquatic center buzzed with energy as spectators filled the stands, the air thick with anticipation. Camille found a spot close to the pool, her heart racing as she watched Léon prepare for the 400m individual medley, one of his strongest events.

She could see the focused determination in his eyes, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed as he shook out his limbs, preparing his body for the grueling race ahead. Camille’s fingers gripped the railing in front of her, her knuckles turning white as she whispered a silent prayer for him.

The buzzer sounded, and Léon exploded off the starting block, diving into the water with a grace that took Camille’s breath away. The race was intense from the start, each swimmer pushing themselves to the limit. Léon was in second place after the butterfly, but Camille wasn’t worried—she knew he was holding back, saving his energy for the latter half of the race.

As the swimmers transitioned into the breaststroke, Léon began to pull ahead, his powerful strokes propelling him through the water with unmatched speed. Camille’s heart pounded in her chest as she watched him close the gap and then surge into the lead during the freestyle. The crowd’s roar was deafening as Léon touched the wall first, securing his first gold of the Games.

Camille’s eyes filled with tears of pride as she watched Léon climb out of the pool, his chest heaving with exertion. He looked up into the stands, searching for her, and when their eyes met, the world seemed to melt away.

She was the first to rush down to the poolside, and as soon as Léon was close enough, she threw her arms around him, uncaring of the water soaking her clothes. “You did it, Léon!” she exclaimed, her voice choked with emotion.

Léon held her tightly, his wet hair clinging to his forehead as he laughed, the sound rich with relief and joy. “For you, Camille. I did it for you.”

Their lips met in a kiss, one filled with all the love and support they had for each other. It was a promise of more to come, of standing by each other through every victory and defeat.

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**Day 2: Dressage - Camille’s First Event**

The next day, it was Léon’s turn to be the nervous spectator. Camille was a vision of elegance and poise as she entered the equestrian arena, her horse, Étoile, moving beneath her with a grace that took Léon’s breath away. Dressage was Camille’s passion, a discipline that required absolute harmony between rider and horse, and Léon knew how much this moment meant to her.

Léon stood at the edge of the arena, his heart in his throat as he watched Camille guide Étoile through their routine. Every movement was fluid, every transition seamless. The bond between Camille and Étoile was evident in every step, every turn. She looked so calm, so in control, but Léon knew the intensity behind her focus, the fire that drove her to be the best.

As the final movement ended, there was a moment of silence before the arena erupted into applause. The judges’ scores flashed on the screen, and Léon’s heart soared when he saw that Camille had earned the highest marks. She had done it—gold.

He couldn’t contain his excitement as he rushed to meet her. Camille was just dismounting when Léon reached her, lifting her off the ground and spinning her around in a joyful embrace. “You were incredible, Camille!” he exclaimed, his voice filled with pride and admiration.

Camille’s laughter was like music to his ears, her eyes sparkling with happiness. “I had to match your gold somehow,” she teased, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

Léon kissed her back, his heart swelling with love. “We’re unstoppable together,” he murmured against her lips. “I love you, Camille. More than anything.”

“I love you too, Léon,” Camille replied, her voice filled with emotion. “And I’ll always be here, cheering you on, just like you are for me.”

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**Day 4: 200m Butterfly - Léon’s Second Event**

The days blurred together in a whirlwind of competition, but each event brought Léon and Camille closer. They supported each other through the highs and lows, their love strengthening with each shared experience.

The 200m butterfly was Léon’s next challenge, and Camille was once again on the edge of her seat, her heart racing as she watched him step onto the starting block. This race was one of his specialties, but the competition was fierce, and Camille could feel the tension in the air.

The race began, and Léon dove into the water, his powerful strokes cutting through the waves with precision. Camille held her breath as he battled it out with the other swimmers, the lead changing hands several times. By the final lap, it was neck and neck, and Camille could barely contain her anxiety as Léon pushed himself to the limit.

In the final few meters, Léon found an extra burst of speed, surging ahead to touch the wall just a fraction of a second before his closest competitor. The crowd erupted in cheers, and Camille’s heart soared with pride. Another gold for Léon.

She was at the edge of the pool before he even climbed out, her heart racing as she saw the triumphant smile on his face. “You were amazing, Léon!” she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around him the moment he was within reach.

Léon’s chest was still heaving with exertion, but he pulled her close, his wet skin cool against her own. “I could hear you cheering me on,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “It gave me the strength I needed.”

Camille kissed him, pouring all her love and pride into the kiss. “And I’ll always be here, Léon. Always.”

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**Day 5: Cross-Country - Camille’s Second Event**

Cross-country was Camille’s second event, and it was one of the most demanding. The course was challenging, the terrain rugged, but Camille and Étoile were more than ready. Léon watched from the sidelines, his heart pounding as he saw Camille navigate the course with skill and precision.

Every jump, every turn was a test of endurance and trust between Camille and her horse, and Léon could see the bond they shared in every movement. Camille’s face was a picture of concentration, but there was also a look of pure joy—she loved this, the thrill of the challenge, the connection with Étoile.

Léon’s breath caught in his throat as Camille and Étoile approached the final jump. The entire stadium seemed to hold its breath as they soared over the obstacle, landing perfectly on the other side. Camille crossed the finish line with the fastest time of the day, securing her second gold.

Léon’s heart swelled with pride as he ran to meet her, catching her in his arms as she dismounted. “You did it, Camille! You’re incredible!” he exclaimed, his voice filled with awe.

Camille’s eyes were bright with tears of joy as she hugged him tightly. “I couldn’t have done it without knowing you were here, Léon,” she whispered. “You give me strength.”

Léon cupped her face in his hands, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. “And you’re my inspiration, Camille. I love you so much.”

Their kiss was tender, filled with the deep love and connection they shared. Together, they were unstoppable, their hearts beating as one.

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**Day 7: 4x100m Freestyle Relay - Léon’s Final Event**

The 4x100m freestyle relay was Léon’s final event, and it was the one he wanted the most. He had already won three golds, but this one was special—a team effort that could bring France another victory.

Camille was in the stands, her hands clenched tightly together as she watched the relay unfold. Léon was swimming the anchor leg, and as the race progressed, it became clear that it would come down to the final few seconds. The tension was unbearable as Léon took off, his powerful strokes propelling him through the water with incredible speed.

The French team was trailing slightly, but Léon dug deep, finding a reserve of energy that pushed him ahead in the final meters. The stadium erupted in cheers as Léon touched the wall first, securing his fourth gold medal of the Games.

Camille felt tears of pride and joy stream down her face as she watched Léon climb out of the pool, his teammates surrounding him in celebration. He had done it—four gold medals. When their eyes met across the crowded pool deck, Léon broke away from his team, making his way to her.

Camille was waiting for him with open arms, and as soon as he reached her, she pulled him into a tight embrace. “You did it, Léon! Four.

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The Olympic Games had been an unforgettable whirlwind of emotion, competition, and triumph for Léon Marchand and Camille Durand. Their love had been their strength, carrying them through the intense highs and lows of the competition. Together, they had won seven gold medals for France—four for Léon and three for Camille. But as the final day of the Games approached, there was one last moment that would make these Olympics truly unforgettable.

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**Day 8: Show Jumping - Camille’s Final Event**

The atmosphere in the arena was electric as Camille prepared for her final event: the show jumping competition. She had already secured two gold medals in dressage and cross-country, and now, all that stood between her and a third gold was this last event. Léon watched her from the stands, his heart racing, not just with anticipation for her performance, but for what he planned to do afterward.

Camille looked stunning in her riding gear, her face a mask of concentration as she guided Étoile, her beloved white stallion, into the arena. The crowd fell silent, all eyes on the duo as they approached the first jump.

Léon held his breath, his hands clasped tightly together as Camille and Étoile moved through the course with incredible precision and grace. Every jump was flawless, every turn smooth and controlled. Camille and Étoile were in perfect harmony, moving as one through the difficult course.

As they approached the final jump, the entire arena seemed to hold its breath. Léon’s heart pounded in his chest, and when Camille and Étoile cleared the jump flawlessly, the crowd erupted in cheers. She had done it—Camille had secured her third gold medal of the Games.

Léon felt a surge of pride and love as he watched her dismount, her face glowing with happiness. But even as she was surrounded by her teammates and the press, Camille’s eyes sought Léon’s in the crowd, and when they met, she smiled, a smile that made Léon’s heart swell with emotion.

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**The Proposal**

As Camille was handed her gold medal during the podium ceremony, Léon was already in motion. He had planned every detail of what was about to happen, and with a deep breath, he walked onto the arena floor, carrying a small velvet box in his hand.

Camille’s heart skipped a beat when she saw Léon approaching her. The crowd was still cheering, their excitement for her victory filling the air, but suddenly, everything else faded away. All she could see was Léon, his eyes shining with love and something else—something that made her pulse quicken.

As Léon reached her, the arena fell into a hush, the spectators sensing that something special was about to happen. Camille looked at him, her heart in her throat, as he took her hand in his.

“Camille,” Léon began, his voice steady but filled with emotion, “these past few weeks have been the most incredible of my life, and not just because of the medals. You’ve been by my side through every race, every challenge, and I’ve never been more sure of anything than I am of this.”

He dropped to one knee, and the crowd gasped in unison. Camille’s hand flew to her mouth, her eyes filling with tears as Léon opened the velvet box to reveal a beautiful diamond ring.

“Camille Durand,” Léon said, his voice trembling slightly as he looked up at her, “I love you more than anything in this world. Will you marry me?”

For a moment, Camille couldn’t speak, her heart so full of love and joy that it felt like it might burst. The world around them seemed to disappear, and all that remained was Léon, down on one knee, asking her to spend the rest of her life with him.

“Yes,” she finally whispered, her voice shaking with emotion. “Yes, Léon, I’ll marry you.”

The crowd erupted into cheers as Léon slipped the ring onto her finger, rising to his feet to pull her into his arms. Camille laughed through her tears, wrapping her arms around his neck as their lips met in a kiss that felt like the beginning of forever.

The cheers of the crowd surrounded them, the cameras capturing every moment, but Léon and Camille were lost in their own world, their hearts beating as one. As they stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, they knew that this moment was more precious than any medal they could ever win.

They had come to the Olympics as athletes, determined to make their mark on the world. But they were leaving as something even more—partners, ready to face the future together, hand in hand, with a love that would last a lifetime.

**The End**