Moulin Rouge One Shots (Christen X Reader)

1 (Pt 1)

Welp, ya gotta start with the cliché shit

Paris 1900

Summer

Lets start with this:

you're life was horrible. How horrible you might be asking, well,

you were now 29, you had no money, no job, and you didn't have a house so you had to live with your mother. Your father passed away one year ago from consumption and your mother is an alcoholic. Your mother also abuses you. You can't find love and all you do all day is sit at home reading and sipping tea. Really, you were pissing your life away. You thought to yourself "I can't live like this" So you deiced to run away.

You took everything you could fit in your bag and you left. It was nighttime. The streets were empty and it was silent. You were walking through Paris till you found the village of Montmartre. You thought about all of the Bohemians. So, you walked right in. You had a weird feeling once you walked in. It didn't felt welcoming. Walking soon turned into speed walking. You past then Moulin Rouge. That's when you stopped. You just looked at it. Seeing the pretty lights and the windmill till you herd a noise. You then started to run. You ran so fast you looked like a blur. Till you tripped on a rock and hit your head on the sidewalk. It wasn't brutal but it was enough to knock you out.

You woke up in a room that wasn't yours oc. You sat up to see a man asleep on his typewriter and the Moulin Rouge outside the window. It had to be around 6 o'clock in the morning because the sun was just rising making the sky look pink and orange. You soon realized you weren't in the clothes you were wearing before. You were in your under clothes. Which was like a white pantsuit almost. Now your thinking "I've just been kidnapped! I need to get out of here!" You saw the door that was on your left. So you attempted to get up and walk but you were so weak that you just collapses. "HUH? WHAT?" the man said. You then thought "Great he's awake"

"Your awake!" The man walked towards you. He had black hair, ocean blue eyes, and a nice smile.

"For how long?"

"About 2 days"

"2 days?!"

"Mhm. Anyways, you're too weak to walk"

"Ya I can see that, Sherlock" the man chuckled

"Well, can you sit up?"

"Yes of course I can" you then sat against the wall next to the bed that you were sleeping in apparently. The man then propped the pillows on the bed and moved the covers. He was going to pick you up till you hit his hands away.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!! YOU ALREADY STRIPED ME OF MY CLOTHES SO DON'T EVEN THING ABOUT GETTING NEAR ME!"

"You were wearing a corset, and you looked very uncomfortable! I didn't touch any privet part! All I touched while you were unconscious was your face and your knees. Nothing else." 

"Are you sure, Pervert?"

"HE'S TELLING THE TRUTH!!!" A voice said from the big hole in the ceiling.