Thank You For Writing For Lon, Youre A Real One

Thank you for writing for Léon, you’re a real one 🫡

Most welcome! I really love how friendly and KIND everyone has been. Super excited to write the next few asks. Much love my dear x

The Angel is giving me hope for June 24'

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:

H1 biology & english

O1 french & math

H2 ag. sci

H3 business (because i didn't finish the exam fml)

H4 art (overall, not just art history)

but because making my silly little notes and doing my silly little daily overviews helped me so much i'm going to continue doing it but for NURSING SCHOOL!!!!!! so if you continue to follow then you're going to be getting a lot of biology pt. 2 and nursing theory. THX 4 THE LC SUPPORT!!!! :)

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.

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.

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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.

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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.

Women's Welterweight Gold Medalist, Imane Khelif.

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.

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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.