Timothée Chalamet one shots

King Hal

The two young royals grew close. They were the best of friends. Y/N even had her first beer with him. She didn't care for his foolish partying, but she cared for Hal and liked to see him happy, so she would accompany him to the pub. Over time, they both secretly wondered if maybe there was something more between them besides friendship and the unwantedness of their respective bloodlines. Before they could even resolve their possible feelings for one another, Y/N had to return home to France amid the crisis of potential war with England. To no one's surprise, especially Hal, the wayward Prince, he was told he would not assume the crown. That duty would be bestowed onto Hal's younger brother Thomas upon their father's death.
That evening he returned to Eastcheap, he was met with the stinging loneliness of y/n's absence. Of all days for her to not be there with him, this was the worst one. She was the kindest soul he had ever met, so sweet and giggly. She was nothing like him. Thats why he felt like they would be perfect for each other, they complimented each other so well. It was a classic case of opposites attract. He hoped that when he saw her again, he could profess his feelings, and she would feel the same way. But for now he would drown his sorrows in a cheap bottle.

The next day, Hal sobered up and traveled on horseback to the site of the battlefield on which his younger brother was leading his army. He implored his brother to not
continue with this battle, as this was their
father's doings, not anyone else's. Thomas
didn't budge. He even seemed rather
annoyed at his brothers antics.
Not even after a nasty battle one on one with
treasonous Percy Hotspur and a collection of
his head by Hal, were Thomas' intentions
wavered. He was outraged at his older
brother, thinking that Hal was only their to
steal his thunder. The truth was, Hal did not
wish to go to war with France, not only because he thought it to be
unnecessary, but because it was y/n's home.
He wanted no part of a war with her family
and fellow countrymen.
Thomas banished his brother from the
battlefield. It wasn't until the next day that he
was informed of his brother's demise during
battle. Furious, Hal was again beckoned to
his father's chambers. The old, sick man died
in his eldest son's presence. Hal had no
choice, he must be King.

Y/N had received word Hal had become king. You had heard of his father's death and knew it was probably still a tad hard even if he hadn't been on best terms with his father.
So you rode out on your own one night, rode your horse to greet Hal in person at his kingdom, to talk
with him. It was true you had feelings for him,
affections. Now he had the heavy weight of being King and you had also heard of possible coming war. Your brother and father had both been concerned.
You however didn't want war either. And you hoped to talk to Hal and negotiate something to prevent such a soulless thing as war.
You rode fast and within a days time you were at the gates of his castle. You dismounted and guards led you in, unsure of your status, they didn't know so they sort of were rough in bringing you before Hal. Your hood slipped, revealing it to be you. "Your majesty.." you spoke. "Hal" you then said dropping the formalities.

After your long journey, you made it to
England. Today happened to be Hal's
coronation day. You were able to watch from
the sidelines as he was sworn in as the
country's new king. He looked different, as
you imagined anyone would during such a
drastic life changing event. It made you
momentarily wonder what it would be like
for you to lead your country, if the matter
should arise.
He had his hair cut into a bowl style, which
actually somewhat suited him. Now, his
striking features were on full display, not
hidden behind disheveled curls. It was
incredibly strange to see him in the long, red
regal robe when you were accustomed to
seeing him in all black, usually with a drink in
his hand.
After the ceremony, you made your way to
the guards and introduced yourself, "I am y/
n, Princess of France." Their eyes widened at
the mention of their rivaled country, but you
continued, "I need to speak with my friend,
Hal." They all frowned. "I need to have a word
with your King, please." You pleaded.
"Let her in, now." you knew his voice,
although it was much sharper and
intimidating now. The guards instantly
stepped aside, letting you pass. "Hal." you
said, unable to stop the smile from spreading
over your face. His back was to you, they
were in the process of removing his
ceremonial robe. He turned to you and his
green eyes met yours.

You looked at him, bowing at first in show of respect to him as he was king here. You still wanted to show respect, when you rose you said "Hal.....its been too long" you sighed softly, you should've come sooner and you knew it, he had needed you and you hadn't been there.
"I heard about your brother, I'm so sorry for your loss" you also knew of his father but knew it to be a sensitive topic so you didn't go into that. "I come to negotiate terms regarding war" you spoke. You knew and prayed he'd be reasonable and realize war was cruel and would only end in bloodshed. You had one proposition, marry and unite the kingdoms that way.
Maybe that would be key and would help in a safer more peaceful way for Hal to acquire France as one of his kingdoms.

He smiled for the first time that entire day. "Y/
n, I-l can't talk to you about any of that right
now." he stepped closer to you, closing the
space between you and him. He dismissed
everyone in the room. After the last person
was gone, he said, "I am so glad you're here
because I want to tell you that I really care for
you. More than a friend. Falstaff tells me that
a king has no friends." he chuckled, "But I
was thinking, well, hoping, that you would
like to become my wife.
You were shocked. You spent such a long
time not knowing if he would reciprocate
your feelings for him. And he you were now
and he was asking you to marry him. "Hal, I
am so happy. That is exactly what I was going
to suggest." He grinned. "So you will marry
me, then?" "Yes! Of course, yes!" You threw
your arms around his neck and he pulled you
flush against his chest.

Tough he was already King, Hal had yet to
move all of his belongings from his old place
in Eastcheap to the castle in which he now
resided in. You offered to accompany him as
he retrieved the rest of his things. The two of
you were escorted to Eastcheap via horse
and carriage and a handful of royal guards.
Just as the carriage stopped and Hal held
your hand to help you out, an arrow was
suddenly lodged into your chest. Hal and the
guards were astounded. Your King's eyes
widened and he shot daggers in the direction
in which the arrow flew from. There at an
elevation to his former resident was the
would be assassin.
"Get him!" he yelled at the guards, "And get a
fucking doctor!" He kneeled beside you
quickly. You had fallen to the ground and
were in too much shock to feel any pain. You
were scared when you saw the extreme worry
in Hal's eyes. "Hal, what if I die?" you cried,
afraid of the outcome of this. "You will not
die, y/n. Help is coming." He held you
delicately and stroked your cheek with his
thumb. He made a quiet promise that you
would be alright, and you would still be
married and have a life together.
Hal was right. You were seen by doctors and
they were able to remove the arrow from
your chest with out much damage at all.
Nothing vital was injured. After a few days
rest and pain medication, you would be as
healthy as you were before. You thought Hal
was even more relieved than you were.
Your attacker was caught by the guards and and
was held until Hal got the notification that
you would heal fully. He met with the young
man whom almost took you away from him
Hal learned that he was French, therefore,
the two men spoke in y/n's native language.
Hal was furious as you had ever seen him
upon his return to the castle. "We are going
to war with France." he said firmly to his men
and right in front of you. You were shocked
and devastated at his announcement. "But
Hal, why?! What happened?" "The man who
shot you was sent by France. More
specifically, he told me it  was your father who sent him."
"No, Hal, my father would never do such a
thing!" "He told me he was sent by the King
of France to kill me, he hit you by accident.
This is an act of war." You began to cry as this
is exactly what you wanted to prevent by
coming the England in the first place. "It
cannot be true." you sobbed, falling to your
knees as you covered your face with your
hands.
"My liege, she is right!" came the roaring
voice of Lord Grey, one of Hal's noblemen,
"The assassin was lying. William hired him to
fire at you in Eastcheap. He did not know that
y/n would be accompanying you. This is was
she was struck. He wasn't even supposed to
harm anyone. It was only a ploy to get you to
believe that France was threatening you."
Hal immediately shot his attention to the
older gentlemen, William, whom he thought
he could trust. That trust was wavering.
"IS
Lord Grey telling the truth?" His question was
met with silence. "Answer!" he shouted. "My
liege, of course it's not-" Hal's voice then got
exponentially louder, explosive, even. "Stop
the fucking charade!"
"Yes! It's the truth! I did not wish for the
young lady to be wounded, but-" "He is the
enemy," Lord Cambridge, another nobleman,
and Hal's cousin, spoke up, "he is only after
land in France. It is all about making a profit,
no matter how much Christian blood would
be spilled." A look of shock and
embarrassment filled William's face. Within
the next few seconds, Hal unsheathed his
dagger from under his cloak and stabbed
William in the skull.

This was a collaboration writing with me and my lovely friend kteezy816