#christian moulin rouge x reader

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The Rest Of My Life

Prompt - ‘I’d like to laugh with her for the rest of my life.’ 

It didn’t take a genius to figure out Christian, any fool who took a single glance at him could sum him up quite as easily as somebody who had known him since he was just a small boy. They would tell you he was a man in love, in love with what nobody could ever guess. There was never a woman in his life, Christian had no experience with love and yet his whole life seemed to revolve around love.

Christian himself would tell you how beautiful love was, how it was all one needed to be happy. He was content to sit at his typewriter for hours on end, his fingers dancing quickly across the keys in a desperate attempt to keep up with each new thought and idea that came to him.

Love was beautiful. It was breathtaking. It made the world a better place. Christian could spend the rest of his life waxing the most adoring words to describe the feeling of being loved and being in love.

He might never have been in love but oh how he had dreamed of it. The feeling of his lover curled into his chest, his fingers trailing through soft hair, caressing her cheek before feeling her lips against his, the words he wrote suddenly having a new meaning because they were all about her.

Christian wanted to be in love more than anything.

It was perhaps for that reason that Christian hadn’t protested so much when Toulouse insisted he joined them at the Moulin Rouge that evening, a place he would never usually have frequented but he knew he wouldn’t find love sitting in his room. It was one of the reasons he had left London, he needed to put himself out there, he needed to find her.

So he went to the Moulin Rouge and he stared in wide eyed wonderment at the sights, there were so many different types of people, lights and jewels shone around the room, Christian wasn’t able to take everything in fast enough before the girls were singing and his attention was pulled to the front of the room.

He was quick to join in on the festivities as Toulouse pulled him along with a giant grin on his face, the music loud and the drink in his hand cold, Christian was singing and dancing along with the rest of the crowd in no time.

You were the first to spot him, watching as he laughed with his group of friends, looking so happy and carefree, like there was nothing bad in the world. He was beautiful, of that there was no doubt, but there was something about him beyond his beauty that seemed to pull you to him.

You stayed where you were though, despite wanting to make your way over to him, choosing instead to just observe him. You were quick to look away when he turned your way, focusing on the near empty drink in your head and hoping when you turned back he hadn’t disappeared from view.

Christian was enchanted in a second of seeing you. Alone at the bar, bringing a glass to your lips, Christian couldn’t look away if he tried. The flood of people separating you seemed to vanish from view for Christian, the songs and the dancing suddenly not all that interesting to him anymore. Of course how could they be when compared to you?

“Toulouse,” Christian said, not looking away from you as he called his friend's attention, “she��s beautiful.”

“So go and talk to her.” Toulouse encouraged and if only it could be that simple, for him to simply walk across the room and close the distance between the two of you.

“Oh I couldn’t!” Christian insisted, finally pulling his gaze from you to look at Toulouse with wide eyes. “I wouldn’t know what to say, what to do! She looks like a woman I could only dream about, what chance would a penniless nobody like me have with a woman like that?”

“Christian, it is easy, just tell her you think she’s beautiful and go from there. Don’t you think she should have a say in whether she wants to be with you?” Toulouse asked, smirking when Christian didn’t immediately shoot him down but instead turned back to you.

“Perhaps you’re right.” Christian said absentmindedly, his attention solely on you again. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Good luck!” Toulouse’s call was muffled as Christian made his way through the crowd, people moving this way and that, causing him to stumble his way through the sea of people before he finally made his way to where you sat alone at the bar, hands wrapped around an empty glass.

“Excuse me?” Christian started and you couldn’t help but smile at the soft voice to your right, glancing over when you saw the man from across the room standing nervously at your side. “If you wouldn’t mind the company, I’d quite like to join you.”

Your smile widened and Christian was mesmerised. He could sit and stare at you all day, already he had hundreds of words running through his head that he was desperate to type out, finally having real inspiration for his poems.

“Please do take a seat.” You told him, gesturing to the seat next to you and Christian had to control his smile at your voice, you sounded as beautiful as you looked, a voice he’d quite like to listen to for the rest of his life.

“Could I buy you another drink?” Christian offered as he gestured down to your empty glass.

“I’d like that, thank you.”

It wasn’t long before the two of you had drinks in front of you, Christian unable to look away from you for even a single moment whereas you kept glancing at him from the corner of your eyes, thankful that he seemed as captivated by you as you were for him.

“I’m sorry, how rude of me, I completely forgot to introduce myself. I’m Christian.” He introduced himself, a pink flush spreading across his check that you could help but giggle softly at, a sound that had Christian’s heart speeding up.

“Y/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You told him with a smile and Christian wanted you to always smile at him like that.

“You truly are beautiful, Y/N.” Christian said, the words falling from his lips seemingly without his permission if his wide eyes and startled look was anything to go by but you just laughed again and the sound alone seemed to calm him.

“You’re not from around here, are you?” You asked him and watched as his eyebrows knitted together before he shook his head. “I figured, most men don’t speak to any women here quite so nicely.”

“That’s ridiculous! Surely somebody else must have noticed your beauty? One look from across the room and I knew I just had to know you!” Christian exclaimed, baffled at your words.

“You’re a romantic sort, aren’t you? I’ve never heard anyone speak quite like you do.” You told him with a soft smile, glad he had come to join you.

“Oh yes! I love everything about love, there’s no better feeling, nothing better in the whole world than love!” Christian told you enthusiastically and you couldn’t help but smile along with him.

Christian felt himself blush under your smile, knowing how he could get when the subject of love was brought up. Suddenly, here before you, it felt like everything he had known about love was wrong, it was so much more consuming than he could have ever thought it would be.

“I wish I believed in love half as much as you seem to.” You told him wistfully, glancing down into your drink and missing Christian’s wide eyed look of horror.

“You don’t believe in love?” He exclaimed and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“It’s not that I don’t believe in love, of course it’s real,” You said before sighing, “It’s just that, I don’t know, sometimes I wonder if I was ever made to be loved like that.”

“Of course you were.” Christian said once the words were out of your mouth and you turned to look at him in confusion, he debated whether he should carry on before deciding it was worth it. “Of course you were made to be loved, I knew the moment I saw you that you were put here, right here in Montmartre, here on this very night in the Moulin Rouge, to be loved!”

“You can’t possibly mean that, Christian.” You brushed him off with a huff of a laugh but continued looking at him, the determined look on his face had you doubting your own words.

“But I do.” He insisted. “You see, I’m a poet, I write about love and never have I met anybody in my whole life who gives my words meaning. Suddenly everything I have ever written about faceless people seems dreadfully dull when compared to what I want to write about you!”

“I’ve never been loved before.” You told him softly.

“I’ve never been in love before.” He admitted, his voice just as quiet as yours and the two of you remained that way for several moments, the noises of the Moulin Rouge muted around you.

“You hardly know me.” You finally said, not sure if it was an attempt to stop whatever seemed to be occurring or an invitation for him to accept.

“I’d like to though, more than anything in the whole world.” He told you, everything about him radiated sincerity. “I quite think I’d like to spend the rest of my life getting to know you.”

You were silent again, left speechless as you stared at the man who gave you a sheepish smile, reaching up to push his hair back nervously as he waited for you to say something. You weren’t quite sure you could find any words though at the moment so instead just nodded, strangely taken with the young man and wanting to know him as much as he did you.

“Would you like to leave? We could go anywhere you like.” Christian asked and you nodded again, allowing him to take your hand and lead you away from the bright lights.

The two of you stayed that way, walking alongside each other long after the music and singing coming from the Moulin Rouge had faded, hands entwined as you both filled the silence. Christian told you about why he had come to Paris, leaving behind a life in London in exchange for a chance to make a new one, one filled with love and poetry. You told him about your life too, telling him of the adventures that you had that had led you all the way to Paris and the Moulin Rouge.

The two of you wandered the streets for hours, barely noticing the time pass as you traded secrets and stories. It wasn’t until yawns started to interrupt your conversations that you both realised that hours had passed since you’d left the Moulin Rouge.

“I don’t want this night to end.” Christian told you, looking at you with a sad, regretful look. “I don’t think I’ve ever experienced a night like this one.”

“I can say the same thing myself. I’ve rather liked getting to know you, Christian.” You said and watched as his expression morphed into a smile.

“We will do this again, won’t we? Oh, please say we will, Y/N!” Christian exclaimed, causing you to laugh, smiling brightly at him and Christian found himself returning the gesture without a second thought.

Your smile truly was contagious.

“I’d like nothing more.” You told him truthfully, giggling again as his smile spread impossibly wider as he pulled you closer to him.

“Can I walk you home?” He asked and you immediately agreed, even after spending so long together tonight you wanted to stay with him a little while longer.

The walk home consisted of much softer spoken conversation, the both of you knowing that in a matter of minutes you’d have to part ways. When your building came into sight you sighed softly and turned to Christian.

“I can’t wait to see you again.” Christian said as he reached over to brush a strand of hair away before his hand cupped your face, his thumb brushing along your cheekbone.

He gave you plenty of time to pull away but instead you leaned forward, meeting him halfway. Christian suddenly understood every word he had ever read, he realised every cliche was real when he felt your lips against his, the world around him forgotten as he kissed you back until you were both breathless and forced to pull away.

“Goodnight Christian.” You murmured, leaning up to place a lingering kiss against his lips before stepping back to memorise the dazed look on Christian’s face.

“Goodnight Y/N.” Christian whispered, keeping his gaze on you until you’d disappeared behind the closed door of your apartment building.

He stayed where he was for a few moments longer, just smiling to himself with the memory of your lips against his running through his head. You were truly unlike anybody he had ever met before, someone he knew he had to know, had to keep in his life.

Christian walked home with his smile firmly in place and let himself into his own rooms, shrugging his coat off before taking a seat at the table, his trusty typewriter already waiting for him.

Tonight I met her, the girl who gives meaning to every word of love, each line sounds beautiful and new because of her. Suddenly I know what love is, an all-encompassing feeling that I will treasure for the rest of my life, a life I hope to share with her. She’s beautiful, not just in the way she looks but in the way she talks, in the way she laughs. I laughed more tonight than I ever have in my life. I think…no I know I’d like to laugh with her for the rest of my life.

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A-Z Fluff with Christian

Christian x reader

Warnings: nothing 

Requested: Requested: by anon, Can I ask the A-Z fluff with Christian from Moulin Rouge, please?

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director

Author’s Note: I hope you like this love! 

A = Activities (What kind of things do you do?)

Christian likes to sing, dance, and write. He especially likes to talk about his writing so that you could put some input into his ideas. Especially if he wants to write more songs. 

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Christian would love a family. He would be a great dad and would love to see little ones running around, a product of his love for you. 

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Christian likes to cuddle all the time. He enjoys it the most when your head is on his chest and his arms are wrapped around you so that he can hold you as close as he likes

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Dates consist of everything. There is nothing set between you and Christian. You could be sitting in bed talking or listening to a live band or going out for a picnic.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world)

You are his melody. 

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Christian knew he was in love with you when you first helped him figure out a line. The line happened to be ‘Sometimes people simply want to be held, rather than to be loved’. The way you spoke it and the way it fit into his story worked so perfectly. He wanted to be loved. 

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Christian is very gentle. The king of gentle. His voice is gentle. I don’t know how but it’s very true and you know it. 

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

HE LO V E S to hold hands. He likes to hold them up against each other when he’s barely paying attention. 

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

His first impression of you was awe. He thought that you were the most gorgeous thing he had laid eyes on. Somehow you were music in a person. 

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

He does get jealous but only if he’s given a reason. He had faith and trust in you but if he senses that you might not be happy with him his jealousy is activated. 

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

You kissed him first. The first time, he was stunned. But as he got used to you and your lips he gained confidence. He liked to dip his head when he kissed you. 

L = Love (Who says ˜I love you™ first?)

He said I love you first. It was spontaneous and likely at a time when both of you were preoccupied with doing other things but he breathed out his declaration and knew it was true the second he said it. 

M = Memory (What's their favourite memory together?)

His favorite memory of you together was when you were shopping one day. You had decided to buy something but instinctively got something for him as well so that the outfits could match. He thought it was adorabley domestic. 

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

He doesn’t have much to spoil you with. He does try when he has things though, 

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Red. The color of a heart. 

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Darling, love, dear. The classics. 

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

I hate this question so I’m going to skip it don’t mind me 

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Read. He likes to read by the window or in bed, covered by many blankets. 

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

He writes. Or tries to. Sometimes it does the opposite effect and makes him more frustrated but on occasion it helps him get the words out. 

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Everything. Anything he can talk about. Music, ideas, writing, what he did within the day. Anything you’ll listen to essentially. 

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?). 

Baths. I imagine he likes bubbles as well. 

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

He proposes to you after a romantic dinner. He gets a walkway set up with lights and flowers and such and asks you at the end of the walkway. It’s incredibly romantic. 

X = Xylophone (What's their song?)

Your Song by Elton John because of course 

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Yes! He would love to get married. He thinks the idea and the union is overall very romantic. 

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

A cat! 

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How Ewan Characters Spend Their Birthday With you

Authors note: did you really think I would leave Ewans birthday without writing something for him? The faith in me is low it is! I don’t know what this is but i wanted to get all the characters in for it so here it is! Happy Birthday my lovely Ewan :) (it is 11:47 at night for me so it is still his birthday lol)

Obi-Wan Kenobi: 

You and Obi-Wan weren’t really ‘out’ for his birthday but you did get up super early to bring him some food and let him know that you were around. You made Anakin and Padme sing him happy birthday (even if it took forever to even get him to tell you when it was) and you spent the time together even if you both had to work. Anyone who was anyone saw there was something special going on there. You made him get a balloon and he got one, simply because he enjoyed making you happy. 

Danny Torrance:

Danny wasn’t a big birthday person either but you were so he got into it the year you were around first. You got him a cake and the two of you spent it pretty low key all thought you did get Abra to come down and do a cute dinner, just the three of you. You got him a new flannel and he basically cried. He really enjoyed having his birthday from there on out and you only got bigger with it as your dating life grew. More years and more balloons that was our motto.

Mark Renton: 

Mark barely remembered his own birthday. You only know it because you were in charge of his birth certificate and knew the day. So when you woke him up one more, your hand tracing over his chest he was surprised to see there was a special occasion. You didn’t go all out but there were things throughout the day you did. For one, getting him up that morning with no clothes on. 

Edward Bloom:

Edward loved his birthday and therefore you loved it. You picked him flowers from your shared garden and put them on the table for when he came out of bed. You let him sleep in, you gave him an extra long kiss and his favorite breakfast was already being made. You wanted that day to be perfect and he adored it. You went on a nature walk and played in the river together like you were kids. Many people and/or creatures came to his party that you threw and it was a whole neighborhood ideal because everyone loved him. 

Dave Braden: 

All Dave asked for was that you went dancing together and that was what he got. It was late and you made him dinner (his favorite mind him) and was able to put on his favorite dress of yours and the two of you went out to dance into the night. There was no doubt about the fun he was having and you kissed the night away, never moving your hands away from each other. He loved his birthday and he loved dancing with you even more. 

Bob Wilton: Bob had to work on his birthday. That did not stop you. You usually enjoyed keeping his work and home life separate but that day you tagged along on the car rides, blasting his favorite music and giving him kisses when he got things done. You spent the day laughing at each other and while he didn’t get many interviews done or work done for that matter, he still chalked it up to one of his best birthdays ever.

Patrick McKenna: 

Patrick didn’t really ever celebrate his birthday and it wasn’t really a big deal in his life but you still wanted to do a little something. Nothing public but when he came home that night you had a small cake you had made him and sang him happy birthday, just to recognize that he was a year older now and that you loved him for it. He thought it was so sweet he even suggested doing it again next year. 

Alex Law:

Alex and you went on a drunken binge for his birthday. His friends came and they did help out but after all Alex really liked you the best. Sloppy kisses and drinking games were the best way to celebrate his birthday in both of your opinions and even though the hangover was a real bitch, you still had a ton of fun together and it became an easy tradition. Most of the years you ended up waking up groaning but going to sleep moaning. 

Catcher Block: 

Catcher and you spent most of the day in before he went out with some friends for dinner and drinks. It was one of those days where it was just another day but there was extra sex, extra pleasing him all across the board and extra drinking. You always had fun though and when his mom called to wish him happy birthday the two of you just laughed at each other and hung off one another before he went out with the guys. You did make him a crappy cake that he pretended to love which was about the highlight of the food department that day. 

Brandan Lynch:

Ever since Brandan got out of jail you made birthdays extra special. You used to have to send him a letter and hope it got to him in time for his birthday but now you were able to really celebrate, hanging around, drinking and making out. It was his favorite day because he was very keen on making sure that the day was all about him in all regards and you let him have his day. He enjoyed that and you liked seeing him happy, so it was always an all around good day. 

Christopher Robin: 

Christopher was a traditional man. He enjoyed spending the day at work and then coming home to you and a cake waiting. He adored you and that cake. You had also made an attempt at putting up some decorations which he thought was adorable and you stuck with it, dancing around to his records and shoving cake in his face and kissing him. Peaceful birthdays were his speciality. 

Robert Lewis: 

Robert and you got smashed for his birthday and raided a bakery. He thought it was an odd crime to commit and so he made you tag along because it was his birthday after all. In the end he paid the lady and you had many pastries over the house due to his drunk birthday escapades that will forever be a fond memory. He thought it was hilarious to this day but he won’t let you tell people that he paid. 

Roman Sionis: 

You had many things at your disposal for Romans birthday and the party was huge. People died, it was that big. His club was turned into a large party house. The singer played only his favorites, you wore his favorite dress on you, you kissed him every three seconds and to end the night you killed someone together and then had sex, which was his idea of just about the perfect night and the perfect birthday. Romans birthday, planned by you, was Gotham notorious. 

Bill Fordham: 

Bill liked to relax at the house all day on his birthday. He was a very loving man and there was no use in making him leave even when you got him coffee from his favorite coffee place. He had dinner with his family and then it was back to the couch, you in his arms and watching his favorite movies. You danced together to some music from the movies and laughed and fell asleep right there. He adored it. Every single year. 

Christian: 

Much singing is involved in Christians birthday. You kiss by the windows and tell him jokes and sleep together and in between it all he’s singing, you’re singing. He plays his piano and you sit on it, singing over his notes. He likes to have you all over the room, doing something like singing or making him laugh with your dancing. You go out on the town and see the Eiffel Tower and dance in front of that too. Christian and you during his birthdays are extra sappy and there are many, many kisses and when you get home that often leads to other things as well which neither of you mind. 

Ewan: @daphne-fandom-writing​, @satanslov3r​ @records-and-stardust​ @broodybats​ @starwarsprequelfangirl​ @ah-callie​ @rai-strangebr​ @whyisgmora​ @fandxmnerd​ @ewanfuckingmcgregor​ @peterpstuff​ @stardancerluv​

Roman: @onebatch--twobatch @21stcenturywitchcraft​ 

Obi-Wan: @fic-e-veryone @onebatch--twobatch​

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Domestic Headcanons with Christian

Christian x reader

Warnings: talks of sex, sadness, mourning

Requested: by anon, Could you do some headcannons with Christian from moulin rouge and an artist reader with domestic stuff ? Like waking up together, him singing to the reader, working, cooking, sex, how he comforts you and how you comfort him, etc.? Thank you!

Author’s Note:I CAN’T GET OVER THIS ONE! Your girl cried, I freaked cried because I love this character so much. Like that part where I get deep I was crying and then straightened out lol 

-okay so i haven’t done headcanons in like ten years so i might be rusty but CHRISTIAN MAN -he is usually up before you because he has a burst of inspiration or something but he never leaves the room if you’re still asleep because he wants you to know that he’s there even when you’re asleep

-sometimes he’ll wake you up by singing, sometimes he’ll bring you food, sometimes he’ll just let you sleep until you can’t no longer he is adorable af

-speaking of singing, his singing is a constant

-when you’re just hanging out he’ll sing to you, when you’re sad and want to be held he’ll sing to you, when he’s bored he’ll sing to you this boy never stops and you don’t mind one bit

-if he isn’t singing he has a record playing usually

-you paint quite a bit and sometimes you’ll sing with him so whenever you engage he dies of happiness

-he likes to watch you paint the view or him or a peach or literally anything like he just likes to watch you be concentrated

-when he’s writing you tend to leave him alone but you’re always somewhere near him because you always want to be there to bounce ideas off of

-he likes to talk to you in the early morning about feelings and things that you’ve been wondering about and ideas and dreams and stories and everything 

-he gets very into it, just holding you while you sit by the window or lay in bed together

-he is very passionate in bed

-he likes to worship you and tell you how much you mean to him, letting you know how much he adores you and such and he is always slow about it, kind and careful

-Christian doesn’t want to break you when he holds you and that kinda comes off when you’re together a lot

-he LOVES to make you laugh

-seeing you smile is like his world and so if he just randomly bursts out in song and it makes you laugh he will die immediately

-he’s quite dramatic

-he has also gone through a lot of harsh things with love and the fact that you brought him back means so much to him and he just feels so attached to you in every way

-you remind him of hope and that there are things in the world he can look forward to with you and other things that will make him feel as good as he does with you

-anyway that was deep, cooking!

-Christian can’t cook 

-but you sorta can

-so it works out when you’re helping each other and it usually ends in a terrible disaster but you love each other and it is probably funny so it’s okay

-when your sad he likes to sing and hold you

-when he’s sad you hold him and just talk or listen to him talk about something

-anything for him to be able to express the emotions he’s going through and anything for you to speak so he can listen to you

-he adores your reading/speaking voice as much as you adore his singing voice

-sometimes you’ll just break into a dance session together and it’s the best thing in the world

-records are playing, the paintings and typewriter have been discarded and you’re just dancing together and it’s such bliss

-you really really fell hard for each other and tearing you apart will be impossible and there is no doubt about that

-you could he on opposite ends of the Earth and still make it back to each other and still be able to tell when the other is down

-everyone knows you’re the ones who will make it to the end without question

Ewan: @daphne-fandom-writing​, @satanslov3r​ @records-and-stardust​ @broodybats​ @starwarsprequelfangirl​ @ah-callie​ @rai-strangebr​ @whyisgmora​ @fandxmnerd​ @ewanfuckingmcgregor​ @peterpstuff​ @stardancerluv​