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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.

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

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

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

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

Part One: Innocent Beginnings

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part Two: Growing Together

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then, one evening, everything changed.

Part Three: The First Kiss

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Part Four: Love in Full Bloom

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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