Moulin Rouge One Shots (Christen X Reader)

11

"Come on, Christen, we're going to be late. You know how Toulouse feels about these things." You said, pining your hair up. Christen was laying on the bed with a newspaper in his face, not even close to being ready to leave. Toulouse was throwing a 35th birthday party at the Le Scarlett, and of course, you both were invited. Christen moved the newspaper out of his face as he watched you walk to your vanity. 

"You know, he doesn't really care if we're late." he said, sitting up. After pinning the last part of your hair, you turned to him with a slightly annoyed look.

"It's a courtesy, darling," you said, taking off your robe and started on your makeup. "Besides, since when didn't you care about Toulouse? He's like your best friend!" 

"Ugh," he said, slouching back down into the bed "It's just that I'm burnt out. This book I'm writing isn't doing me any justice. I just don't feel like going." 

"Christen, you wanted to go 5 hours ago." You said, while carefully putting on eyeliner.

"Minds change in 5 hours." he said, putting his hand behind his head, crossing his legs, and closing his eyes. You stopped what you were doing and huffed. You got up and walked over the bed and sat next to him. 

"So that's it?"

"Yup." he said while smirking.

"You don't want to go?"

"Yup."

"hmm." There had to be a reason for all of this. You know for a fact that his smirking indicates that he's lying. You also know that the book he's been writing isn't taking him out because he hasn't been working on it for a week. "Alright, handsome," you said while climbing on top of him before you sat on his pelvis. He opened his eyes and and chuckled while you patted his chest. "What's going on? Why don't you wanna go?" he rubbed his face and sighed then slowly moved his hands over your outer thighs. You followed his movements with your own hands.

"Okay, you got me." he admitted.

"What's wrong, baby?"

"It's just that...I don't know. I haven't seen half of those people going to the party in forever. I guess I'm just scared of what they might think of me." You tilted your head at him, Christen never felt this before, it confused you.

"What makes you think that? Everyone loves you!"

"Well, you don't know that.  What if those people see me and I've changed. I'm not the man I was before." 

"Darling," You said, sliding down, laying your head on your hands on his chest. "We're human, we're supposed to change. And if they can't accept you for that, then they're not worth your time." Christens face went blank, it seemed like the wheels were turning in his head. You sat back up and grabbed his face, pulling yourself closer to him. "You are Christen Winters! Best selling author, writer, bohemian, and dreamer! And you're incredibly handsome." he chuckled and shook his head "Yes you are!!! Are you gonna look at me and tell me I'm wrong?"

"I guess you're right."

"I know I'm right." Christen sighed and held on to your waist as you caressed his face with your thumbs. "Now, are you going to this party or not?" you said softly. He paused before speaking. 

"...can I write down what you said first? Because whatever you said about humans changing was genius." you laughed and kissed him.

"Of course." you rubbed noses and finally got off of him to finish your makeup. Christen grabbed a notepad that was sitting on the bed side table and wrote down what you said to him. Afterwards, he got up, stretched, and started getting ready.

"Is there a theme to this party?" he yelled from the bathroom

"No dear, just look nice." you yelled back, applying blush as you did.

~~~~~

"Hon, have you seen my- woah..." Christen said walking out of the bathroom, buttoning his vest until he was taken back by the sight of you. You wore a dark blue bodycon dress with a reveling back, black pumps with red bottoms, and white elbow length gloves. You were standing near the door having just put on your shoes, ready to leave. You turned around to see Christen standing still, just looking at you. 

"What?" you asked, adjusting your gloves as a fidget. He looked at you up and down, so completely enthralled by you.  

"You are so, unbelievably, breathtaking right now." he managed to mutter. You smiled big and blushed hard.

"Yeah?" you said while rubbing your neck "You think so?" Christen nodded slowly.

"Yeah." He said, also having a stupid smile on his face.

"Well, you don't look to bad yourself. Now, what was your question?" Christen snapped out of it, remembering his question.

"Oh yeah, um, have you seen my black shoes?" You smirked and pointed near the door as it was right there. "oohhh...ahahaha I knew that."

"Mhm." He walked towards the door and put on his shoes. He then embraced you and kissed the top of your head.

"What would I do without you?" You kissed him, chuckling after realizing you got lipstick all over him. You quickly got a rag and wiped it off of him. "You should've kept it, it's a good look on me." he said, grabbing your coat and putting it on you.

"It is but not for tonight."

"Aww man...well...let me know if you change your mind on that." you both laughed and finally got out the door to the party.

God I can't remember the last time I wrote something in this book!!! I definitely need to update the older chapters because they are...something else.