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

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

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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.