Please R/R, this is my first fanfict and I need to know how I am doing!
Thanks to everyone who does!
Satine giggled as Christian carried her up the garden path to their home. "Put me down you fool!" she protested as he awkwardly opened the door.
"Remember, the Doctor said get plenty of rest," said Christian, as he unpacked the shopping onto the kitchen table. Satine smiled as she climbed the stairs. She was almost fully recovered from her TB but Christian still worried about her. As she went into their room she could here Christian singing their song from the kitchen, were he was cooking their dinner.
"Come what may, come what may, I will love you until my dying day" Christian sang as he chopped some onions. His eyes began to sting and he remembered the last time he cried.
Two years before. It was 1899, the summer of love. He knew nothing of the Moulin Rouge, Harold Zidler, or Satine. The world had been swept up in the bohemian revolution, and he had travelled from London to be a part of it. He came to Montmartre, the centre of the bohemian revolution. He had come to live a penniless existence; he had come to write about truth, beauty, freedom, and that which he believed above all things, love. There was only one problem- he had never been in love. That was when he fist met Toulouse. The person who introduced him to the Moulin Rouge, the person who introduced him to her. Satine. If it weren't for Toulouse, he would never have fallen in love.
One year after. "Chwistian! Chwistian!" Toulouse called down through the big hole the Argentinean had caused 1 year ago. They had put a ladder there but when Satine died, Christian removed it. "Chwistian! I know you are there! Pwease! There wis something you need to see!" Oh what the hell, Christian thought. I can't stay here forever. He put the ladder against the hole and climbed up it. "Chwistian! There you a.you, you, you've gwown a beard!" Christian felt his face and sure enough, he had a beard- and quite a scruffy one. He had lost track of the months, and he hadn't bothered shaving-or even changing clothes.
"We need to smarten you up!" said Satie, who was already holding a razor. A while later Christian looked in the mirror. He was wearing the Argentinean's best suit once more and he looked exactly like he did on the night he met Satine. "Why are you doing this? Were are we going?" he said, very confused. "You will see, my dear Chwistian!" laughed Toulouse. Christian didn't feel like laughing. Why couldn't they just leave him alone? He wanted to mourn his lost love in peace.
They arrived outside the old, battered Moulin Rouge. Toulouse walked up to the doors and knocked. To Christian's surprise, a woman opened it, and he recognised her as Nini. She was the last person he wanted to see, as she was the bitch who gave away Satine and Christian's secret affair to the Duke. She saw him and quickly ran away, leaving the door wide open. They entered the main hall and closed the door. "There you are Toulouse, good! And you managed to bring Christian. Thank you." Said a greying, rosy-cheeked Harold Zidler. He led Christian towards his office and put his hand on the brass doorknob, "Christian, what you are about to see may surprise you but we will explain after", he said and turned the Knob.
One year later. Christian smiled. That was the last time he cried. He remembered how he held his breath when the door opened, and how he gasped when he saw what was behind it. There she was-looking more beautiful than ever. Satine. His lover, his angel, his soul mate. He laughed to himself. He was informed that he fainted after that.
One year before. "Christian!" cried Satine. "It's ok, he has only fainted", said Zidler, who lifted Christian up onto a chair. When Christian woke, the first thing he saw was Satine. "Tell me this is a dream", he muttered. "It is no dream, my love," replied Satine, "It is really me". Christian was silent for a minute, and then he put his hand on hers, tears flowing down his cheeks. "How, why?" he sobbed.
"On the opening night of the show, the Duke came to me and promised that he was going to kill you if you ever went near me again. I had no choice. I faked my own death to get rid of him, and you, Christian. I did it to save you." She broke off, tears now falling down her face as well. "She has been hiding here ever since", said Zidler, "I will now go and inform Toulouse that the Sparkling Diamond has returned" He left the two young lovers in a world of their own.
One year later. Satine walked down the stairs wearing her new dress that Christian had just bought her. When she got to the kitchen Christian was facing the other way and he hadn't noticed her. "What do you think? Poetic enough for you?" she joked. Christian whizzed around and smiled at her.
"You look gorgeous", he said, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck, "dinner should be ready soon," he added between kisses, " Why don't I lead you into the dining area?" He lifted her up and took her into the dining room. He sat down, still holding her, and kissed her passionately. After a long time, Satine pulled away,
"Can you smell something burning?" "Shit!" exclaimed Christian, who put her down and rushed for the kitchen. Satine laughed to herself. She sat back down and smelled the delicious smells coming from the kitchen. She knew she was very lucky to have Christian. She loved him so much and nothing could tear them apart again- not even the duke, she told herself quietly.
She looked around the room. The house was very big. Christian's first book had been a massive hit and they had become very rich. It was their story. When Satine was faking her death, she had told Christian to tell their story. He wrote it but he never got it published until one year ago, when they were reunited. She had read it and cried when she got to end, for when he wrote it, he still thought she was dead. At the very end, the last sentence reads, "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return". Satine believed in those words with all of her heart, and so did Christian.
"May I present the masterpiece I have been slaving over for the past two hours!" said Christian, startling Satine. She smiled as a very proud Christian entered the room with a tray carrying a large roast chicken. "Mmmm! Smells lovely!" said Satine. "It better be" he said with a cheeky grin. Satine loved his smile. After they had finished the delicious meal, Satine asked the question that had been playing on her mind all day.
"What is this all in aid of Christian?" "What is what in aid of?" He replied, with another cheeky grin. "You know what I am talking about!" Satine laughed, getting up and walking over to him. But he got up to, and pulled something out of his pocket. "It is in aid of this," he said as he opened the box. There, sitting in the tiny velvet cushion, was the most beautiful ring Satine had ever seen.
Christian knelt on one knee and said, "Satine, will you marry me?" There was silence, and then Satine threw her arms around him and kissed him. "Does this mean yes?" asked Christian hopefully.
"Of course it does!" cried Satine, and she laughed as her fiancé carried her up the stairs with his face more happy than she had ever seen it. He carried her into their bedroom and they spent the night dreaming of their future life together.
Satine giggled as Christian carried her up the garden path to their home. "Put me down you fool!" she protested as he awkwardly opened the door.
"Remember, the Doctor said get plenty of rest," said Christian, as he unpacked the shopping onto the kitchen table. Satine smiled as she climbed the stairs. She was almost fully recovered from her TB but Christian still worried about her. As she went into their room she could here Christian singing their song from the kitchen, were he was cooking their dinner.
"Come what may, come what may, I will love you until my dying day" Christian sang as he chopped some onions. His eyes began to sting and he remembered the last time he cried.
Two years before. It was 1899, the summer of love. He knew nothing of the Moulin Rouge, Harold Zidler, or Satine. The world had been swept up in the bohemian revolution, and he had travelled from London to be a part of it. He came to Montmartre, the centre of the bohemian revolution. He had come to live a penniless existence; he had come to write about truth, beauty, freedom, and that which he believed above all things, love. There was only one problem- he had never been in love. That was when he fist met Toulouse. The person who introduced him to the Moulin Rouge, the person who introduced him to her. Satine. If it weren't for Toulouse, he would never have fallen in love.
One year after. "Chwistian! Chwistian!" Toulouse called down through the big hole the Argentinean had caused 1 year ago. They had put a ladder there but when Satine died, Christian removed it. "Chwistian! I know you are there! Pwease! There wis something you need to see!" Oh what the hell, Christian thought. I can't stay here forever. He put the ladder against the hole and climbed up it. "Chwistian! There you a.you, you, you've gwown a beard!" Christian felt his face and sure enough, he had a beard- and quite a scruffy one. He had lost track of the months, and he hadn't bothered shaving-or even changing clothes.
"We need to smarten you up!" said Satie, who was already holding a razor. A while later Christian looked in the mirror. He was wearing the Argentinean's best suit once more and he looked exactly like he did on the night he met Satine. "Why are you doing this? Were are we going?" he said, very confused. "You will see, my dear Chwistian!" laughed Toulouse. Christian didn't feel like laughing. Why couldn't they just leave him alone? He wanted to mourn his lost love in peace.
They arrived outside the old, battered Moulin Rouge. Toulouse walked up to the doors and knocked. To Christian's surprise, a woman opened it, and he recognised her as Nini. She was the last person he wanted to see, as she was the bitch who gave away Satine and Christian's secret affair to the Duke. She saw him and quickly ran away, leaving the door wide open. They entered the main hall and closed the door. "There you are Toulouse, good! And you managed to bring Christian. Thank you." Said a greying, rosy-cheeked Harold Zidler. He led Christian towards his office and put his hand on the brass doorknob, "Christian, what you are about to see may surprise you but we will explain after", he said and turned the Knob.
One year later. Christian smiled. That was the last time he cried. He remembered how he held his breath when the door opened, and how he gasped when he saw what was behind it. There she was-looking more beautiful than ever. Satine. His lover, his angel, his soul mate. He laughed to himself. He was informed that he fainted after that.
One year before. "Christian!" cried Satine. "It's ok, he has only fainted", said Zidler, who lifted Christian up onto a chair. When Christian woke, the first thing he saw was Satine. "Tell me this is a dream", he muttered. "It is no dream, my love," replied Satine, "It is really me". Christian was silent for a minute, and then he put his hand on hers, tears flowing down his cheeks. "How, why?" he sobbed.
"On the opening night of the show, the Duke came to me and promised that he was going to kill you if you ever went near me again. I had no choice. I faked my own death to get rid of him, and you, Christian. I did it to save you." She broke off, tears now falling down her face as well. "She has been hiding here ever since", said Zidler, "I will now go and inform Toulouse that the Sparkling Diamond has returned" He left the two young lovers in a world of their own.
One year later. Satine walked down the stairs wearing her new dress that Christian had just bought her. When she got to the kitchen Christian was facing the other way and he hadn't noticed her. "What do you think? Poetic enough for you?" she joked. Christian whizzed around and smiled at her.
"You look gorgeous", he said, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck, "dinner should be ready soon," he added between kisses, " Why don't I lead you into the dining area?" He lifted her up and took her into the dining room. He sat down, still holding her, and kissed her passionately. After a long time, Satine pulled away,
"Can you smell something burning?" "Shit!" exclaimed Christian, who put her down and rushed for the kitchen. Satine laughed to herself. She sat back down and smelled the delicious smells coming from the kitchen. She knew she was very lucky to have Christian. She loved him so much and nothing could tear them apart again- not even the duke, she told herself quietly.
She looked around the room. The house was very big. Christian's first book had been a massive hit and they had become very rich. It was their story. When Satine was faking her death, she had told Christian to tell their story. He wrote it but he never got it published until one year ago, when they were reunited. She had read it and cried when she got to end, for when he wrote it, he still thought she was dead. At the very end, the last sentence reads, "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return". Satine believed in those words with all of her heart, and so did Christian.
"May I present the masterpiece I have been slaving over for the past two hours!" said Christian, startling Satine. She smiled as a very proud Christian entered the room with a tray carrying a large roast chicken. "Mmmm! Smells lovely!" said Satine. "It better be" he said with a cheeky grin. Satine loved his smile. After they had finished the delicious meal, Satine asked the question that had been playing on her mind all day.
"What is this all in aid of Christian?" "What is what in aid of?" He replied, with another cheeky grin. "You know what I am talking about!" Satine laughed, getting up and walking over to him. But he got up to, and pulled something out of his pocket. "It is in aid of this," he said as he opened the box. There, sitting in the tiny velvet cushion, was the most beautiful ring Satine had ever seen.
Christian knelt on one knee and said, "Satine, will you marry me?" There was silence, and then Satine threw her arms around him and kissed him. "Does this mean yes?" asked Christian hopefully.
"Of course it does!" cried Satine, and she laughed as her fiancé carried her up the stairs with his face more happy than she had ever seen it. He carried her into their bedroom and they spent the night dreaming of their future life together.