timothee chalamet imagines!

Sweet Song

The reader has a tough time sleeping and asks Timothée so sing them a lullaby in French.
Genre; fluff
Warnings; none
Words; 378

you'd been tossing and turning all night with no idea why.

timothée was next to you, sleeping soundly with his arm wrapped around your waist. he was keeping you against his chest, only being able to get a good night's sleep when you were there.

you reached down to pull up timothée's hand, trying not to wake him as you got up. you failed though, him stirring awake.

"where're you going?" he asked, his voice hoarse when he spoke.

turning to look at him, you shook your head and reached over to push some of his hair out of his face. "just to get water, go back to bed, ange garçon."

"but i can't fall back asleep if you're not here. i can stay up with you, mon amour." timothée told you, rubbing his eyes.

"no, i don't even know if i can fall asleep so go to bed, please." you encouraged, leaning over to press a kiss to his forehead.

"nope, i'm up now." timothée shook his head, sitting up in the bed you two shared. "what's going on?"
you also shook your head, biting down on your bottom lip. "it's nothing. just can't sleep is all." you answered, moving your hand to grab him.

timothée pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you in a comforting hug. you wrapped your arms around him, laying your head on his chest and getting comfortable.

"hey, tim?"

"mhm?"

"can you sing me a lullaby?"

timothée let out a slight laugh, tracing circles around your arms. "une chanson douce, que me chantait ma maman." he began.

"en suçant mon pouce. j'écoutais en m'endormant, cette chanson douce. je veux la chanter pour toi. car ta peau est douce. comme la mousse des bous."

your eyes closed as he continued to sing softly. his voice soothing and you could feel sleep taking over your body.

"la belle princesse, avait des jolis cheveux, la même caresse, se lit au fond de tes yeux, une chanson douce, que chantait ma maman, en suçant mon pouce, j'ecoutais en m'endermant." he finished off.

"night, timmy." you murmured, slowly falling alseep.

"night, angel."