#a hat in time moulin rouge au

[ninjadeathblade]

Moulin Rouge Discotrain AU (part three)

Summary: (Post-game canon) The Conductor and DJ Grooves agree to finally work on a movie together. They come up with 'Moulin Rouge', a musical drama filled with romance. Over time the two directors grow closer and discover that maybe they don't hate each other as much.

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Word count: 1,444

Warnings: Does Snatcher talking about being dead count?

Author's notes: Snatcher might be a little out of character but he's here with contracts so something went right. Hat Kid is here too!

Grooves looked up as Hat Kid knocked on the door, jumping slightly at the large shadowy figure next to her.

He walked up to the door, giving the child a questioning look over the top of his sunglasses.

"Darling, is this your…friend you told me about?" He questioned before looking up at the large ghost.

It seemed to trail off into the shadowy street, its purple body melting into the surroundings. Its yellow eyes and mouth stood out against the darkness at least, even if they were alarming.

"Why hello there! I believe we've come to strike up a contract about being in a movie!" The ghost greeted, grinning.

Grooves slowly opened the door, looking between the ghost and the girl.

"Darling? Are you sure this is your friend?" Grooves reiterated. Hat Kid nodded and smiled, walking in and immediately over to the sunglasses machine.

"Darling, if you break any stuff this time then I can't just rip up your charges. You will have to pay the studio what you owe." He looked back up at the ghost. "Are you sure you're friends?"

"Sadly, yes, I'm contractually obligated to be her friend. The name's Snatcher by the way," he introduced himself, extending one long arm. The penguin tentatively shook his hand before looking towards the owl side of the studio.

Grooves hadn't seen the Conductor since he'd returned to his own office.

"Excuse me, I just need to find my partner," Grooves apologised, quickly making his way along the same route he'd walked last night. He knocked lightly against the door.

"Darling?" He waited for a response, not getting one, before finally giving up and just opening the door.

The Conductor was slumped over at his desk, head resting atop scattered sheets of paper. The penguin rolled his eyes, walking over and gently prodding the owl. The Conductor merely groaned and buried his face further into his arms.

"You've got to get up darling."

"Why?" Conductor whined, batting away Grooves' flipper as the penguin reached for him again.

"Because the girl and her friend are here. And I don't fancy interviewing a ghost on my own," Grooves huffed. The Conductor rolled his head to the side, letting out a deep breath.

"I need somethin' to drink if we're interviewing a pecking ghost," he grumbled, slowly sitting before then standing.

"I can ask one of the penguins to pick up some coffee on the way in-"

"Sure, do that. But I need something stronger first if we're talking to a pecking ghost," he interjected, walking over to a cabinet at the side of the room and pouring himself something that smelled strongly like alcohol.

The door squeaked open further and Grooves turned to look at Hat Kid, who was now sporting two pairs of sunglasses. They weren't as nice as his of course, but they were still fairly decent.

"Darling! There you are! Now, where's that friend of yours?" Grooves questioned.

Hat Kid shrugged, gestured vaguely back towards the reception before walking into the room and snagging a piece of paper off the desk.

"Lassie, that's not yours. We need that so put it down, would yer?" Conductor said, not even waiting for an answer before manhandling the child so she let go of the paper.

He then picked her up and carried her until they were out of the office, gesturing for Grooves to follow. Once there was no one left inside he let go of Hat Kid and quickly locked the door.

"Alright then, let's go find yer friend." Hat Kid grinned and eagerly began to skip back towards the reception.

"Peck knows how she's got so much energy. Hope my grandkids aren't like that when they're older."

"What, you hope your grandkids don't grow up to be fabulous actors?" Grooves joked but the Conductor frowned.

"I hope they don't. Their ma doesn't need that. Besides, they already dance around like they're on birdseed. I don't need them more hyperactive," Conductor laughed sadly.

Grooves was about to interject when they arrived back at the reception, Hat Kid jumping up and down happily while pointing to Snatcher.

"Peck me, there really is a ghost."

"I would say 'in the flesh' but we all know that's impossible because I'm dead. So-" Snatcher snapped his fingers, a boom of thunder echoing through the air as a piece of paper and a quill hovered in the air in front of the two birds.

"Just sign here and we can get under way."

The Conductor reached out and grabbed the quill, starting towards the paper but Grooves snatched it out the way, holding it away from his shorter companion as he read it.

"Darling, there must be a mistake," Grooves let out a stunted, nervous laugh. "This says about us giving you our souls in exchange for you working with us."

Hat Kid stuck her tongue out at Snatcher as the ghost shrugged nonchalantly.

"It's not that big a deal, is it? I mean, aren't actors meant to sell their souls to the stage anyway?" Snatcher asked, face twisting with confusion.

"Yeah, whassa big deal?" Conductor asked, staring up at Grooves while also trying to grab the scroll from him.

Grooves shot him a distasteful look as Conductor leaned against him to try and gain more height. "Gimme that."

"No. You're sleep deprived and possibly hungover, I don't trust you with this," Grooves objected, glad that the Conductor was so short in comparison to him and his platform shoes.

Hat Kid skipped over to stand beside the two of them, extending her hands for the paper and quill.

The two birds reluctantly handed over the objects and the child set to quick work with crossing things out and writing new things in, before handing the paper back to the penguin.

"Kid, that's not how contracts work," Snatcher groaned, twisting his long body around to look at the paper as well. "But why not, it's not like I've got anything better to do. Stealing souls has been boring recently so I might as well try acting."

Grooves blinked, doing a double-take.

"So you don't really care about the contract?"

"Not at this point. As I said, I'm bored. Maybe acting will give me a renewed spark for my true line of business. So, when do I begin?" Snatcher asked, snapping his fingers again. The quill and paper burst and disappeared and Hat Kid clapped happily.

"Kid, if you're gonna act then I seriously need to sort you out a voice. As cute as your little gestures and silly faces are, they won't go very far in the grand scheme of things."

"So-" Conductor started.

"I mean, it's probably kinda fun too, right? I'm a big fan of your movies anyway. I did think about going into acting when I was still alive. Of course it didn't work out; I studied law instead and then my ex killed me," Snatcher rambled. "I've gotta say, it'll be interesting to see where you go with this movie, you've both got such different tastes in how you go about things. I mean, I never thought you'd ever work together on anything."

"Shut it, you peck neck!" Conductor shouted and the ghost paused, mouth forming a small 'o' shape as he looked down at the angry owl. "I don't care what yer did while alive! Can you act?!"

"I most certainly can."

"Then that's all ya had to say!" The yellow bird huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Can you make yourself a reasonable size at least?"

"I can try. Have you got a role for me though?"

Conductor rocked back and forth on his heels angrily.

"Hold on please," Grooves said, leaning down to be closer to the owl before continuing in a whisper. "Darling, he seems like he might be able to pull of the role of the man who runs the Moulin Rouge-"

"Harold Zidler."

"-Yes, him. I feel like this is the exuberance we're looking for," Grooves suggested. "We can give him a chance at least." Conductor looked sceptically between the penguin and the ghost.

"Fine! I'll sort out yer script later. Grooves, get everyone in. We need to sort out the script. And you-" he whirled to face Hat Kid "-you had better find me more actors! I'm countin' on you lassie."

The little girl grinned, offering him a thumbs up before waving to Snatcher and heading out the studio.

"Right, come on then. We can set yer up with a script."

Grooves grabbed Conductor's arm as he walked past. "Thanks for giving him a chance."

"Shut up. I'm doing this to win the award again, not for you."

#ahit #a hat in time #ahit hat kid #ahit snatcher #the snatcher #snatcher #a hat in time snatcher #discotrain #dj grooves #the conductor #ahit the conductor #ahit au #hat kid #a hat in time moulin rouge au #ahit moulin rouge au #discotrain moulin rouge au #a hat in time au #ahit conductor #ahit dj grooves

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Le Joyau le plus precieux

A Lucky Luke Modern!AU fanfiction

Chapter XIV - Hypnosis

Wearing a broad beige hat, a mackintosh of the same colour and sunglasses, Betty had set out to follow the Dalton brothers. In the end, her instinct to stick her nose into their business had won out, not because she didn't trust them, but because if even Averell didn't want to talk to her about what they had been doing lately, there was something to worry about; there were no secrets between them. She walked behind them to the Moulin Rouge, and saw them enter through the back door. He approached and tried to go through there himself, but realised it was a fire door that only opened from the inside. Someone was therefore waiting for them. She had no choice but to try the front door. She looked at her watch: it read seventeen o'clock.

It was less complicated than expected to enter the hall, as it was not show time and auditions were open for extras in a cabaret show. The psychologist thus saw Averell go through a small door under the stage. At a brisk pace, she too reached the passageway, finding herself in a bare, cramped, neon-lit corridor. She heard Joe's voice: -All right people, we don't have much time to convince our friend to reveal Mason's whereabouts. We've already burned ourselves with the idea of starving him, and bad manners would be ineffective. Any ideas?-

-How about rubbing cutlery on a plate? There is nothing more awful than the squeaking of metal on pottery!- said a female voice. -You watched that pet-catcher movie again, didn't you?- continued another voice, male, unknown to Betty. -Jolly insisted, for a laugh! Big deal, after a year in solitary confinement...!-

The psychologist, with the quietest possible step, moved forward to peer in. A woman with long black hair had her back to her, and she was surprised to see, besides the Daltons, the man who seemed to be courting Joe at the Indian restaurant.

-Anybody else? It's not like only Lucky and I can squeeze our brains!- said the eldest of the brothers. "Lucky?" Betty was confused. -Maybe we could bribe him with money- suggested Jack. -No, Ivor is a loyal henchman of Dorian Mason, he won't betray him for money. -My brother is right- stated a blond man with freckles coming in small steps behind William, -That man is many things, but not a traitor. He only gave you the codes out of desperation; he will not open his mouth now.- -What do we do then?' sighed William, -Nat and I cannot do anything until he breaks down...-

Betty did not realise, as she leaned out a little further, that she was inadvertently touching some brooms abandoned by the cleaners in a corner; they fell with a great clatter to the floor, and she let out a shriek. The group turned towards the psychologist, and Averell exclaimed: -Betty! What are you doing here?- -Uh... I...- -You heard everything, didn't you?- Joe scowled. -Yeah, but... -What's going on? I heard the name Lucky...- She took off her glasses and hat. Cheyenne tried to say something, but was forestalled by Joe: -We'd better sit our friend down and explain everything. Unless there's someone else to drag into this story that was meant to stay between me and him.- He pointed to Luke behind him with a nod of his head.

In front of a nice cup of hot coffee, Joe and Lucky gave a brief summary of the situation to an astonished Betty, who could hardly believe her ears. So many things began to make sense, such as the Dalton brothers' evasiveness and the dialogue she had picked up in Joe's office.

-And here we come to the point- concluded the detective, -Ivor says nothing and if he does it is insults and threats. We don't know where to hit our heads anymore.- Cheyenne muttered something that sounded like “My idea was good...” The psychologist took a sip of coffee, took a breath and affirmed: -Well... what can I say, I expected anything but this. A secret intrigue; it's like in spy novels!- -You're taking it well, I see!- chuckled Cheyenne, -A normal person would already be anxious at the very least!- -My profession has trained me never to panic or get agitated; in fact I'm a tad worried.- -However, let's cut to the chase. Now we have to get back to thinking about our problem- Lucky said, handing the sugar for the coffee to Joe, who rejected it by raising his hand: -I always drink it bitter, thanks anyway.- -Since I know the facts by now, maybe I can help you.- Everyone looked at Betty in surprise, for they had not expected such a proposal. -How much more time do you have?- -One week.- Dalton took a sip of coffee: -If you have any ideas, we are open to hearing them.- -I know someone who might be able to help you; I just have to think of some excuse not to involve him too much in this trouble.- -Who?-

The next day, a little man with a bushy moustache and thick glasses, the hair of a mad scientist and carrying a black briefcase, came to the Moulin Rouge accompanied by Betty and Joe. When Lucky, intent on strumming a cheerful tune on the piano to exercise Annette and the other dancers, noticed their presence, he stopped and asked another musician to take his place. He went to meet the guests, pulling up the sleeves of the blue shirt he was wearing: -Hello.- -Luke, let me introduce Professor Victor Huffenbergstein, whose student I was at university- Betty said in one breath, -He is a psychologist who is specialised in hypnosis.- -Betty told me that there is a patient to be treated by me- said the professor in a French slightly smeared with a German accent. Lucky looked at Joe, who to his puzzlement replied with a sharp, mute lip, "Play along." -Yes. A patient. He's waiting for you backstage; please, this way.-

In the small neon corridor, while the psychologist was explaining the various symptoms of their prisoner as if he were really a sick person to be treated, Dalton approached Luke and whispered: -You even play the piano. Another talent to add to the list.- -It's not that I play, but two or three notes I can arrange. You must be able to do a bit of everything, in case the company needs it.- -Don't tell me you sing, as well.- -Sometimes. Cheyenne gave me lessons.- -I'd love to see a performance from you!- chuckled the detective. Lucky smiled: -We'll see.-

-This is it.- Betty ended their conversation: -It's in there. Would you like me to help you, Professor?- -Certainly. Gentlemen, I would ask you to wait here, it will take a while and I would prefer not to be disturbed.- -All right.- Joe took a breath: -I'll go find a chair.-

An hour later, Jolly Jumper found his brother and detective Dalton outside Ivor's room, waiting: -Has he arrived?- he asked, remembering Betty's idea. -Yes. But still no news- replied Joe, closing the newspaper he was reading and huffing: -That rascal must be resisting hypnosis.- Lucky ran a hand over his face: -Let's be optimistic... We can't give up now that we're so close; Ivor will give in sooner or later.- -Nat phoned me- Jolly resumed, -He managed to recreate our friend's voice on the computer so he could answer Mason's messages and calls. Our little genius has bought us some time.- -Excellent.- -Let's make good use of this time, then.- The detective took on a serious and thoughtful air: -Let's put our heads together: let's assume we know the location of the meeting; usually for events such as auctions one arranges refreshments, or something to entertain the guests.- -Yes, especially if you have to accommodate buyers wealthy enough to afford a genuine English crown jewel- Jolly commented, leaning against the wall with one shoulder and slipping his hands into his pockets. -Lucky, you who know Mason well, what's he like? An eccentric, someone who likes parties...- -His father was the classic precise and flamboyant businessman; Dorian is a more theatrical type.- -Theatrical?- -A big talker, exaggerated in his every gesture. If he weren't a criminal, he'd make an excellent comedian.- -And if he were to throw a party...- -It would be lavish but formal, he inherited at least a shred of good taste from the late Arthur.- Joe nodded: -All right... I was reasoning about possible disguises to use.- -More than the dress you should worry about the face- Jolly added, -If he recognises you, that's the end of it.- -That won't be a problem; getting out of there with Dorian Mason in handcuffs is a different kettle of fish.- Luke exhaled, -There will be more surveillance than ever.- -All that remains is to find a way to take him aside, then.- Dalton began to work out a plan in his head, when the door to the room where Ivor was locked up opened. Betty came out with a serious air, then assumed a radiant smile and raised her thumbs in victory.

-It was hard, but in the end he gave in- said the professor, intent on rearranging his tools in the black briefcase, among which were a watch and an old-looking, silver coin, -I used all the techniques I know.- -So?- Joe asked. -He's all yours, Detective. I convinced him he was one of your undercover agents with important information to report.- -Great!- exclaimed Jolly. -But take care: avoid the password I chose to release him from hypnosis; it's not common, but you never know. I'll write it down for you.- On a small notebook he quickly scribbled something, detached the paper and handed it to Joe, who read without pronouncing it: "garganelle". -Professor, I don't know how to thank you!- Lucky shook his hand vigorously. -I'm happy to cooperate with the police, especially if it's to help one of my students- he replied politely, bowing his head towards Betty, who smiled. The professor took the briefcase and closed it: -My work is done, then. Auf wiedersehen, gentlemen.- -Come, I'll accompany you!- the psychologist offered. Once they were alone, Dalton, Jolly Jumper and Luke looked at the man still tied to the chair who stared at them expectantly. He seemed less hostile. -Ok, everyone. Now we're having fun...- sneered the detective.

Intent on playing an online battle of his favourite fantasy video game, Nat was concentrating on staring at the screen and munching on crisps, when a message appeared in the corner to his right, a notification from his mobile phone from Lucky's (all his and his friends' devices were connected to the computer). He clicked his cursor on the message icon to open it in another monitor. Those were coordinates. He jumped up in his chair: was that what he thought? He warned his friends via chat that he had to do something quick and that he would be gone for a minute, and entered the coordinates into the global mapping system from another device to his left. A dot lit up in the middle of the globe, and zooming in Nat saw the exact location on the map. He typed in a little message for Luke that hastily read "Russia".

#lucky luke #joyau #joe dalton #modern au #fanfiction

[aki-draws-things]

@miii-chaaan here, enjoy some sort of moulin rouge AU while everything is still alright :3

"don't be shy, Rumlow. I've just asked whether you were seeing someone or not." Steve chuckled as they walked inside the triskelion side by side. Captain America wasn't good as he hoped at small talks, Brock knew he saw him the previous night, walking out of a club. He wasn't subtle either.

"no." and it wasn't exactly a lie, just... Well, he wasn't properly seeing someone, he was spending time with someone, paying them for company and a bit of sex.

"it's a fine club, the one down the main street." oh, yeah, here he 2as, the most not subtle man on earth.

"it is." Brock agreed.

"I've heard bucky talk about it, maybe we could check it out one of those nights."

Oh Lord... Captain America walking into Stark's most prized club, he would be in for a shock, Brock wasn't sure he understood what kind of club it was.

Back in tracks, though, bucky? Oh, yeah... He saw him eyeing the aerial boy quite some times by then. What was his name again? Jack definitely introduced them, he just couldn't remember the-- Clint! The oh very stretchy and bendy Clint. He saw him perform too, still his eyes were back on Jack at any given moment. The shine over his barely covered body, glitters in his hair and make up.

"rumlow?" he stumbled and caught himself before faceplanting inside the elevator. Damn Jack. Damn Jack and his perfect body and make up and everything.

"tomorrow night?" he offered, straightening his shirt before giving a quick voice command. "it's usually the night me and bucky go." so they could save Steve from being overly embarrassed. So he could see Jack perform in the sparkly suit.

"dress nice." he offered before stepping out and winking at him. "pretty boys like nice dresses."

Steve Rogers was not blushing. He indeed followed his advice to dress nice but that was the least problem. The problem, if one would call it so, was bucky slipping a card to the security guard and letting all three of them in from a secondary door, onto the backstage.

"you're taking advantage of the power you have on Clint, Mr Barnes." a voice called and Steve froze briefly, were they in trouble? Because bucky payed the guard?

"am I? Didn't you give Brock the same card?"

A low hum and a chuckle filled the corridor and a man came out of a room, arms crossed over a silver sparkly dress. He tilted his head, a strand of hair, slightly curled fell forward.

"he's not the one taking advantage the way you do."

"he's too polite, your pretty boy." a second voice called, a fan of feathers sticking out of the door before a blonde head. "mine, on the other hand-- hello there, handsome." he looked at Steve, more and more embarrassed and awkward. "a minute and I'll be all yours, let me finish to get this one ready for the big show."

Clint turned briefly to Brock, who may have remained quiet until then, but couldn't tear his eyes away from Jack.

"I'll bet your night you'll like tonight's show, all sparkles and feathers. You're lucky my Jack has a favorite cause he's so requested. Go get your seats and be ready." he whistled, 0ullimg jack back in the room before tossing a shiny feather to Brock.

"a token."

Brock remained there a moment longer, breathing in deeply and out slowly, blood rushing to his ears and cheeks.

"Steve's truly a lucky bastard."

It was bucky's joking tone that brought him back on earth, he followed through the corridor and into the main room, taking place at the reserved table.

"first show he see and it's your Jack all feathers and glitter. I think mine was clint's brother, before he left. Pretty anonymous, if you ask me."

"I got Clint." Brock mused quietly, his eyes scanning the room, waiting. He saw Stark on the opposite of the room tipping his hat at them. "a moment later he was draped over you and I stumbled against Jack." he spilled his drink on himself, Jack muttered a stunned apology and offered to help him get cleaned, it was only later that he found out he used him as an escape route from a rather unwanted patron. But by then he was smitten and Jack's blush was perhaps the prettiest thing he had ever seen.. Hell, he wasn't even gay. He wasn't-- well, perhaps a little? Perhaps for Jack.

"yeah... And he gets the feathers. As I said, lucky bastard." he turned to watch at Steve, his eyes still wide, a blush creeping over his face and neck and ears, bucky laughed. "relax, Stevie. Enjoy the night out, enjoy the pretty boys, enjoy the fact one of them set his eyes on you already."

as he said so the room's lights dimmed and a single light flashed to life, illuminating the centre of the ceiling. And Jack.

Brock swallowed.

#Hydra husbands #Winterhawk #Moulin rouge AU #Because I can... Because think of the potential angst!! #Because Jack and Clint in sparkle and feathers! #Marvel fic #Aki writes

[majorxmaggiexboy]

watching Moulin Rouge! The, Broadway version i guess:

idk whomst these dudes are but i kinda like them

“HELLO, I LOVE YOU” i’m tempted to say ‘same’ but will withhold judgement

aww does he just speak entirely in love songs or what? that’s adorable

i only saw the movie of this story Once and it was when i was Way Too Young For It and all i remember is being like “wow the singing is Nice” and being utterly shook by whatever was up with ‘Roxanne’ and also loving Come What May and something to do with an Elephant Love Medley...i think i distantly recall this character, Christian, being maybe sort of a dazey wide-eyed dreamy sort of character and maybe a sweet guy? idk but im also p sure Love Interest dies in the end :((( do they both die? i think- but nah bc isn’t he typing up the story on an a typewriter?

his hat is nice

fully just communicating via love songs

NEVER GONNA GIVE Y

he Wiggles

well that’s settled then, I love him.

aww are they all three of them friends now? Just like that? Did they just adopt him? And he’s just like Yeah Sure? this story panders to my exact interests so far please continue

“The whole thing was the single most insane idea I’d ever heard”

(intensely) “I’ll do it”

yeah no i love it so far this could be going places

“You shall live with us here, in dire and glorious poverty” oml

IS HE SINGING ROYALS

IS THIS A SONG-UPDATED VERSION OF??? WHAT

oooh! ooh go off!

“children of the revolution” is that an enjolras reference

i like this

oh. oh heavens

i want whatever that swing is that just came down from the ceiling

i mean i believe u satine but i mean it’s literally just a cool rock idk that they’re all that great tbh there are cooler rocks???

did- did she just say-

ALL THE SINGLE-???

BRICK????

i’m not sure about the sleeveless tux situation but it’s also kinda

👀 

oh no did she fall down? is she okay?

is there about to be a case of mistaken identity where she’s going to think Christian is this ‘Duke’ person?

is this the Wanna Build A Snowman music??

SHUT UP AND DANCE

this is kinda fun actually

the dancing is adorable

“Would you like me to call you...’Your Grace’?” “Uhm.” AHSFJAHAJ

these three buddies are so cute i can’t wow i love friendship so much

awww ms Satine :( someone pls give her a hug :(

cannot believe they really went here with the songs like. i was not expecting the updated music XD it kinda works tho

ooh that’s a pretty curtain

ohhhh noooooo the #miscommunication

Christian please be careful with your phrasing dude you are holding a shovel and don’t even know it my guy

oh no oh no

“I don’t have much money” “u what”

“MY GIFT IS MY SONG” just come out of nowhere bro that’s fine

oh heck they’re kissin

a LOT

ms satine did you not hit on “I don’t have much money” as a little clue that this man is not the duke

chaos chaos chaos

“She’s rather sick with some obscure malaise” first of all how dare you

WHAT WAS THAT

this is absolute chaos and i love it how are they literally describing a Sailor AU of their actual lives

“In the end, should someone die?” CHRISTIAN SHUT UP

awwww a hug :3

oh hey  the Duke sings nice

THIS MAN BROUGHT BACKUP DANCERS??

your name is Mr. Nasty sir that’s what it is

“Tomorrow, for celebration. Tonight? For a Friend” AWWWWWWWWWWW

Aww Satine :(

“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return” I remember this!

love the Friendship

OH?

mr nasty why you gotta be so sinister you nasty

is Christian what they call a ‘himbo’?

TAKE ON MEEEEE

WHAT KINDA LITTLE DANCE WAS THAT

wait was this from the Mr. McGregor version? This is famil

WE CAN BE HERRRROOOOOOOOES

WE COULD BE LOVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERS I REMEMBER THIS

MR NASTY CAN YOU PLEASE STOP IMMEDIATELY

the umbrella i can’t

fancy blue coat

omg the “I will always love you” they did that

suddenly abrupt cut to he “,,,,madness,”

is this gonna be Roxanne?

LADY GAGA???

oh heck

heck

TOXIC BY MS BRITNEY SPEARS???

SWEET DREAMS??????

“I’ve been walking the streets, going mad with every step” like when Frollo was looking for Esmeralda or??

“I bow before no man’s title” OOOOOOH TELL HIMMMM

this music is pretty

Come What May heck yeah babey

ngl christian kinda needs his hair floofed.

that hat is ABSURD

the hat is too stupid oh my word i hate it

oh sh Chris you just blew the whole operation huh

you messed up you messed up so bad

agh it’s getting Stressful

are you about to offer him drugs bc if so pls dont

oh god youre offering him drugs

:(

this man is lit

oh here we go it’s Roxanne time

oH???

oh jeez oh heck

oh heck

wow

oh noooooooooo

oh his name’s Andre

DUDE STOP MR NASTY YOU CAN’T JUST DO THAT

HECK OH NO CHRISTIANS HERE

so i guess getting him drunk six ways to neptune had the opposite effect of what was intended oh no

oh it’s like that part in bbc’s The Musketeers

aw satine :(

ROLLING IN THE  DEEP??

YEAH MAN GO OFF ABSOLUTELY

ARE YOU GONNA KILL A MAN CHRISTIAN? IS THIS YOUR PRE-MURDER SONG?

KINDA WEAK ON THE WAY IN BUT

DID YOU JUST GROWL THE R

aw :(

christian if you don’t drop a chandelier on mr stinky bastard man,,

GO OFF SATINE

OH BOY IS HE GONNA MURDER THE DUKE IS HE GONNA DO IT

COME ON BABY

DANGIT CHRISLET WRONG TARGET YOU STOP THAT

THANKS BABE

NOW GO KILL HIM

YALL HAVE TEN MINUTES TO FIX THIS

WRONG. TARGET. CHRISLET.

STILL WRONG TARGET BRO

STOP PUTTING HER THROUGH EMOTIONAL DISTRESS SHE”S SUFFERED ENOUGH

i hate it here

there y’all go

but just for one day :(

son of a heck

oh so

oh it’s one of those like hadestown and tgm where they’re literally

oh

awww :(

THE GREAT BELL OF CLIFTON

aw we’re back to just the three friends :(

come what may 😭😭😭

ohhhh wow

well then. that was...yeah...yeah.

#maggie watches the moulin rouge musical #long post #moulin rouge

[merkissescanhealyou]

Moulin Rouge AU

IMPORTANT:  I ask that you must be 18 or older to write this AU with me, as it is adult-themed. Thank you.

This AU is largely based off of the movie Moulin Rouge, which takes place in the late 19th/early 20th century in Paris, France.

Long ago, when he was but a young mer, Marius dreamed of being a performer. His parents did not want him to follow such a path, they wanted him to use his rare healing powers to become a healer for their clan. The young mer did not want their vision, he found happiness in singing and performing for others. He loved relaying stories and pretending, dressing up in costume, singing to his heart’s content, the applause of the audience. He wanted it all. But he could not have it, as his parents dictated what he will do. They had power over him, and he hated it. Not once did he ever feel loved and nurtured by them. So why should he listen to them? Why even stay with them? Marius pondered the thought. He didn’t have to do what they wanted if he wasn’t there. So for weeks, he planned his getaway. If he followed the ships, he was bound to find a foreign land. He knew that if he lived among humans, his parents would never expect to find him there. And as he beheld the sights of a harbor, he never looked back.

Marius quickly learned that in order to do anything, you must have money, which he barely had a concept of. He had none of it, nor any clothes, which he apparently needed, or food. If he stayed near the shore, he’ll have no problem finding food, as he could hunt and forage. But, he figured that would be a bad idea, because a shoreline was still reachable for mers. It’d be better if he moved more inward. Marius found himself among the poor, walking alone and stealing rides from unsuspecting travelers, eating whatever scraps he could find, snatching whatever clothes he found. It was a culture shock, one that took a toll on his body, and he became sick time after time. 

In these rough times, he often sang to himself, whether that be on the road, or sitting outside, in an alleyway or a street. The people who passed wouldn’t even look his way. As he came upon a city, where thousands bustled through, he found a river. La Seine, he heard the city folk call it. At the first safe instance he could get, the mer jumped in and stretched his fins. It wasn’t exactly clean, but it was the best he could do, given his situation. Feeling refreshed, he continued on. The sights were nothing like he has ever seen before. Lights were all around him, people of different status walked the streets, building after building after building, there was no end, a magnificent structure by La Seine, and he dared to explore it one day. The mightiness of the church floored him. The inside took his breath away. High vaulted arches, stained glass, an organ, and a choir that sang so beautifully, he described it as “heavenly.” The mer tried to sing along, in his own little pew, but someone had heard him.

A man in a top hat and cape approached him, asking where he learned to sing like that. Marius confessed that he’s been singing his whole life, with no proper training, but he loved to perform. The man cocked a brow and followed with a proposal. He said that he might have the perfect opportunity for him, but he must pay for any appointments he’d set up for him, to climb the ladder of fame. Having no knowledge of human show business, he foolishly agreed. This was his dream, after all, and he knew he’d have some kind of opportunity. 

The mer quickly found out what was entailed when he made a contract with the talent scout. He learned that paying with his body was the preferred method, unless he had a ridiculous amount of cash, which obviously was out of the question. He had hopes of finding someone to fall in love with, and save himself for them, but that was quickly crushed with his first “patron.” He cried about it, and suffered the pain of throwing away a chance of love. He immediately understood that he had to sacrifice one or the other. If he so much as let any kind of affection into his life, it’d make it harder for him to achieve his dream. So, he put on his makeup, his lavish gowns and lingerie, learned his routines and songs, and put on a smile. He developed a reputation as “The Siren of Paris,” raking in crowds of curious onlookers, and paying patrons. He kept his identity hidden from the public, and only the manager and his assistant knew what he really was. In exchange for his willingness to perform, he asked that they keep his identity hidden. So far, they’ve both held their ends of the bargain.

The Siren can be found in a little place called The Red Light District, and if one has money, they can even spend the night with him. Come see the spectacular sights that lay beyond the gates!

#moulin rouge au #lemon #lime #tangerine

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Günstig Zum Europa-Park Im Winter 2019

Der Holiday Park im pfälzischen Haßloch ist ein etwas kleinerer Park, dessen Attraktionen jedoch alle für Aufsehen

sorgen. Im Berufungsprozess um den Tod eines Mädchens im Holiday Park im pfälzischen Haßloch bleiben die beiden

Angeklagten straffrei. Der Freizeitpark in Haßloch bietet für Ticket-Bestellungen im offiziellen Online-Ticket-Shop

regelmäßig Promotion-Codes an, mit denen satte Rabatte möglich sind. Der Holiday Park im rheinland-pfälzischen

Haßloch ist mit einer Fläche von 40 Hektar ein vergleichsweise kleiner Freizeitpark in Deutschland. Es war die

bislang größte Investition der belgischen Plopsa-Gruppe, die den Holiday Park 2010 übernommen hat. Das Nieder­

schlags­risiko beträgt in Holiday Park dann 10%. Es sind in 2 Tagen etwa 0 l/m² Nieder­schlag zu erwarten. Die Zeit

im Park habe sie misstrauisch gemacht, »ich habe einfach gern meine Ruhe.« Alle Bilder vom Holiday Park hat sie

weggeworfen und den Park nie mehr betreten. »Ich kriege nicht so oft Besuch«, sagt sie. »Ich habe mich so unfrei

gefühlt. In der Nähe fahren vom Karlsruher Hauptbahnhof Direktzüge nach Basel und München, und über die leicht

erreichbaren Autobahnen A5 und A8 gelangen Sie nach Frankfurt und Stuttgart. Holiday Park - ganz in Deiner Nähe !

Baubeginn auf einem derzeit freien Gelände in der Nähe des „Majalands“ soll Anfang November, unmittelbar nach dem

Ende der Saison 2017, sein.

Reisen Sie schnell, preiswert und umweltfreundlich zu uns und genießen Sie Ihre Reise von Anfang an. Anfang der

Neunzigerjahre gab es eine Protestaktion: Aktivisten hatten Transparente in den Park geschmuggelt und bei einer

Show ausgerollt. Aber die Liliputaner-Stadt gab es bis Mitte der Neunzigerjahre. Die Liliputaner-Stadt ist Teil

einer Tradition, die Kleinwüchsigen seit Jahrhunderten weismacht, dass die Gesellschaft für sie nur eine Rolle

vorsieht: die des exotischen Entertainers - als Hofnarr, im Zirkus oder als Witzfigur im Fernsehen. Unter

Beobachtung standen die Kleinwüchsigen aber nicht nur in ihren Wohnwagen: Sie wurden fotografiert und bedrängt, wo

auch immer sie im Park unterwegs waren. Der Holiday Park liegt genauso wie der Eifelpark bei Gondorf und

Walygatorparc bei Amnéville im Umkreis von nicht mehr als eineinhalb Autostunden rund um Saarbrücken. Im Holiday

Park, einer Art pfälzischem Disneyland in Hassloch bei Ludwigshafen, wurde sie Liliputanerin genannt. In den

Folgejahren verwaiste der Park, Diebe gruben Kupferkabel aus und klauten andere noch wertvolle Gegenstände. Danach

geht es weiter über Oberbaumbrücke, Treptower Park, entlang des Spreeufers über die Elsenbrücke zurück ins Hotel.

Sie würde dort auch nicht viel wiedererkennen: Der Holiday Park, mittlerweile einer der größten Freizeitparks

Deutschlands, wurde von der Gründerfamilie vor drei Jahren an einen belgischen Unterhaltungskonzern verkauft, der

mehrere Freizeitparks in Europa betreibt. Wolfgang Schneider, der ehemalige Chef, ist nach dem Verkauf in die

Schweiz gezogen, sagen die neuen Besitzer des Holiday Parks, Adresse unbekannt.

Der Zugang erfolgt von außerhalb des Parks, um eine unabhängige Nutzung zu ermöglichen. Gerade einmal fünf Wochen

ist es her, da wurde Legoland noch jedem einzelnen Klötzchen-Fan angeboten. Ist also zu vermuten, dass auch das

Legoland in Dänemark oder der Europapark in Baden-Württemberg ausländischen Gästen mehr Geld abknöpfen als

Einheimischen? ↑ Zoé Baches: Wie sich der Europapark auf internationalem Niveau behauptet. Mit einem Europapark

Gutschein erhält man Eintritt in den Park. Im Holiday Park wird ein Indoor-Park gebaut. Um für Deine Gruppe eine

zügige Anreise per Bus vom Bahnhof Hassloch zum Holiday Park zu gewährleisten, bitten wir Dich, dies entsprechend

auf der Anmeldung zu vermerken. Tickets sind erhältlich an allen Fahrkartenautomaten des VRN, z.B. am Bahnhof

Hassloch. Zwischen dem Bahnhof und dem Haupteingang des Parks verkehrt mehrmals täglich der Südbadenbus (SBG).

Stelle, an der heute das große Portal am Haupteingang ist. Das Gelände ist in fünf große Themenbereiche gegliedert:

Maschinenzeitalter mit den rasanten Attraktionen, die Gran Avenida mit Shows und Attraktionen, Naturbereich,

Ruhebereich und ein Kinderbereich. Innerhalb dieser Parkanlagen ist wirklich alles an Attraktionen, Restaurants und

Parkanlagen nur auf das eine Thema abgestimmt. Ganz oben in der Spitze sitzt Theo Zwanziger, dessen Hand er nun auf

der Gästetribüne schüttelte. Dr. Zwanziger, Leiter der deutschen Delegation in Südafrika, war zwischen Englandspiel

und Argentinienspiel für drei Tage nach Hause geflogen, um ein paar Dinge zu erledigen. Sobald es neue Promotion-

Codes für einen günstigen Holiday Park-Besuch gibt, werden wir diese Übersicht aktualisieren. Aktuell könnt ihr mit

den Holiday Park Promotion-Codes 11 Euro beim Kauf von regulären Tages-Tickets oder 5 Euro bei Jahreskarten sparen.

5 Euro Rabatt auf Jahreskarten - Promotion-Code „FUNDEALS“: Wer online seine Jahreskarte kauft, kann mit dem

aktuellen Code sparen: Ihr bekommt eine Jahreskarte (Variante nach Wahl) 5 Euro günstiger. Offenlegung: An der

Umfrage waren Andreas Borcholte und Hannah Pilarczyk von SPIEGEL ONLINE beteiligt. 5 Euro Rabatt auf

Eintrittskarten - Promotion-Code „66212“: Ihr zahlt lediglich 23,07 Euro für ein Ticket für Besucher ab 1 Meter

Körpergröße. Für alle Gäste mit gültigen Fahrausweisen des Verkehrsverbundes Rhein-Neckar (VRN) ist der Bustransfer

bereits im gelösten Fahrausweis (Zielort: Hassloch) enthalten, d.h. es fallen keine zusätzlichen Kosten für den

Bustransfer an. Verkehrsverbund Rhein-Neckar (VRN): bitte klicken Sie hier. Die Eurosat war von Sommersaisonende

2017 bis ca. Mitte der Sommersaison 2018 wegen Umbaus geschlossen und wurde zum Eurosat - CanCan Coaster im Stil

des berühmten Moulin Rouge umgestaltet. Bis zu den Sommerferien 2018 soll das „Heidiland“ mit sieben Attraktionen

in einer 6000 Quadratmeter großen und zwölf Meter hohen Halle entstehen. Die Vielfalt an Fahrgeschäften dürfte in

den kommenden Jahren weiter zunehmen, nachdem spanische Investoren im März 2018 die Übernahme des Freizeitparks

verkündet hatten. Die Parks sind in der Regel sehr gut mit Restaurants ausgestattet, die wiederum mit ihrer

Inneneinrichtung harmonisch mit dem Parkgeschehen einhergehen. Im FreizeitparkDeals-Newsletter informieren wir in

unregelmäßigen Abständen, in der Regel nicht öfter als 1x pro Woche, über aktuelle Angebote und Gewinnspiele rund

um Freizeitparks und Wellness-Angebote.

Da gibt’s z. B. die rasante Katapult-Achterbahn „Sky Scream“, den Mega Coaster „Expedition GeForce“, das 80 Meter

hohe Kettenkarussell „Lighthouse Tower“ und den 70 Meter hohen Free Fall Tower. Bekannteste Attraktion des Parks

dürfte seit 2001, vor allem durch das überregionale Medien-Echo, die Achterbahn „Expedition GeForce“ sein. Wer

schon immer mal auf der bekannten Achterbahn „Expedition GeForce“oder dem Sky Scream brausen wollte, sollte nun

zuschlagen. Mit "Sky Scream", der europaweit einmaligen Katapult-Achterbahn, erleben Sie ebenfalls actionreiche

Höhenflüge: 55 Meter hoch, bis zu 100 km/h schnell, drei Katapultstarts vorwärts und rückwärts - pures Adrenalin!

Dazwischen lässt sich die Sonne 9 Stunden lang sehen und der berechnete UV-Index liegt bei 5. Der Wind weht mit 7

km/h aus SW. Es weht ein schwacher Wind (13 km/h) aus Südwest mit starken Böen (44 km/h). ↑ Macks investieren

dreistelligen Millionenbetrag in Rust - Südwest - Badische Zeitung. ↑ Theo Lang: Kinder brauchen Abenteuer. ↑

Thomas Frank: Große neue Achterbahn soll im Zentrum des Europa-Park entstehen. Der Europa-Park in Rust ist das

Aushängeschild unter den deutschen Freizeitparks. Gefragt nach ihrem Lieblingsziel in Deutschland, antworteten

internationale Touristen am zweithäufigsten: Europa-Park in Rust. Die sechs Hotels und das Europa-Park „Camp

Resort“ werden im sogenannten Europa-Park Resort zusammengefasst. ↑ a b c Europa-Park Rust - Neuer Besucherrekord

aufgestellt.

↑ MeinFernbus. In: MeinFernbus. ↑ Expedition GeForce - Holiday Park (Hassloch, Rhineland-Palatinate, Germany).

Veranstaltet wird sie von der Miss Germany Corporation aus Oldenburg. Parkbetreiber Plopsa will dafür 7,5 bis 8

Millionen Euro ausgeben. Thematisiert werden sollen Figuren aus Zeichentrick- und Animationsfilmen, an denen die

Studio 100 Media GmbH - Plopsa ist die Themenparksparte dieses Unternehmens - die Rechte besitzt: „Heidi“,

„Tabaluga“ sowie „Mia & me“. Mit 21.300 Besuchern wurde am 31. Oktober 2017 ein neuer Rekord seit der Übernahme

durch Plopsa aufgestellt. Französische Besucher profitierten bei Disneyland Paris nicht nur von günstigeren

Preisen, sondern auch von anderen geldwerten Vorteilen wie speziellen Familienrabatten oder Jahrestickets.

Günstigere Tickets und Familienrabatte nur für Franzosen: Nach Berichten der "Financial Times" zahlen Besucher aus

Deutschland und Großbritannien im Disneyland Paris mehr. Sollte die französische Regierung keine Maßnahmen gegen

Disneyland ergreifen, kann die EU-Kommission Frankreich vor dem Europäischen Gerichthof verklagen. Das Majaland ist

ein riesiger Themenbereich, der sich nur den Comic-Charakteren rund um Biene Maja widmet und eine Vielzahl an

Kinderattraktionen zu bieten hat. Diese Veranstaltung findet abends zum Teil im griechischen Themenbereich, zum

Teil außerhalb des eigentlichen Parkgeländes statt. Die Zeitungen druckten Bilder aus dem Kreißsaal mit erschöpfter

112-Zentimeter-Mutter und properem 50-Zentimeter-Baby, »lillipuziana« und »gigante« stand darüber. Sein Wohnwagen

stand hinter den Kulissen, ohne Scheibe, ohne Publikum. Es ist mit Stand von 2015 weltweit das einzige

Sternerestaurant in einem Freizeitpark.

[aaronstveit]

top 5 aus that u have not written and SHOULD :))))

absolutely nobody: coco: [sends 30 asks to jamiewespers dot tumblr dot com]

no literally how do you send so many asks i have to answer beneath a read more bestie 😭

top 5 aus that i have not written and should </3

cooking show au. obviously. the best au and it doesn't even exist 💔

pwmov au, which has a notion page and an introductory scene and will probably never have anything more 💔

documentary au my BELOVED, which has extensive bonus content and almost zero actual content haha

hadestown au, for which i have a title and nothing else

nightmare on elm street(ish) au that i talked about one (1) time and promptly abandoned <3

possums

dogs (this includes toto, bear, emily, charlotte, and all other dogs in the world because i just love them)

lizards (especially sad lizard my beloved)

elephants<3

goats!

top 5 taylor lyrics/songs (i'm gonna do my top 5 songs + my favorite lyric in each one)

all too well (time won't fly, it's like i'm paralyzed by it / i'd like to be my old self again but i'm still trying to find it)

fearless (and i don't know why but with you i'd dance/in a storm in my best dress, fearless)

untouchable (but you're untouchable, burning brighter than the sun / now that you're close, i feel like coming undone)

mirrorball (i've never been a natural / all i do is try, try, try)

coney island (we were like the mall before the internet / it was the one place to be)

top 5 things i'm looking forward to in 2022

turning 22 this month and finally, after ten long years, getting to post a picture with the lyrics to 22 (taylor's version)

dreamer trilogy 3, which better have a happy fucking ending

also !! new emily henry book !!

getting better at things, and discovering new things!! this is very vague but !! i just like all the opportunity that comes with a new year <3

making you cry on your birthday again xoxo

top 5 of my works (these are all gonna be fics<3)

crash & burn, always. even if proposal fic is still not done

atw adansey fic...... straight pain<3

the fic where i compare love to getting pistol whipped. yeah

the fic where adam doesn't realize they're on a date.... for reasons 😭💔

gansey pov gorgeous-verse fic<3

HADESTOWN....... now if only they would recast orpheus<3

sitpwg!!!! <3

amelie!!! i loved watching w you and bella 🥺

moulin rouge <33

want to watch: waitress, because you love it!

you

you

you

you

you

the fact that i get to be your friend <3

my passion for pink cowboy hats

my writing/storytelling style

my newfound skill for small talk !

my hair. no further explanation will be offered on this

this is as many of your asks as i am currently capable of answering right now 😭 love love love you !!!! 💛🪐🤍

ask me my top 5 anything!

#THANK YOU #coco tag 🤍 #answered #love letters only💛 #rosebudgirls

[aquaburst3]

Highlights from AJ LoCascio and Neil Kaplan Let's Voltron Podcast

Neil and AJ praise the animation on this show

Neil sometimes gets so sucked into the series as he watches it on TV, he goes, “Oh yeah! I’m on it, too!” 

Neil teases AJ by saying that one of the reasons why he enjoyed this season is that he enjoyed listening to AJ’s Lotor voice and can see why all of the fangirls love it. (AJ gets bashful at this part) 

Neil loved seeing the scenes between him and AJ in context. AJ says the same thing. 

AJ loves the interaction between Lotor and Zarkon since you get a sense that they both know the other is lying, so no one is fooling anyone. Seeing their relationship play out is so much for him to see

AJ says that Neil’s voice is awesome. 

When AJ was 16, his mother kicked him out of the house. (He never gave a reason why his mother did that or went into detail outside of that.) He does claim it was a “blessing in disguise.” Because of that experience, AJ says that Lotor being ordered to killed on sight and seeking out the paladins may be a blessing in disguise, so Lotor can find who he truly is.  

When asked if Lotor knows if Honerva is Haggar, AJ says he can’t give it away. But then he and Neil joke around about the answer some more, saying that it could all be a dream. (From what I can gather, that answer is a spoiler, so we could be getting some more insight about that down the line) 

 Zarkon isn’t ignoring Lotor after hearing about the comet. Zarkon dismissed Lotor at first, but now he knows about the ships, he’s putting an end to it any way possible. 

 Lotor might use the comet as a bargaining chip for the paladins

If Lotor was a paladin, he would be the Purple Paladin and be Voltron’s hat 

When asked about what got in between Zarkon and Lotor, AJ and Neil joke that Lotor used “clackers” and Lotor listened to a lot of emo music

Neil thinks Zarkon should take a vacation in order to reassess about how he’s gonna go after Voltron and that he’s doing too much himself thanks to his generals letting him down

Zarkon would remove Lotor with puppets (I think Neil’s joking about this...?) 

Unfortunately, the show is such a well oiled machine, so Neil and AJ haven’t talked with each other outside of saying lines in the booth as much they would like.  If that was the case, Neil is sure that he would be picking up as much VAing knowledge as visa versa 

The only thing that Neil taught AJ is, “Don’t eat all of the sandwiches from Portos.”(Neil explains that’s a bakery near their workplace) 

The only way for Zarkon to accept Lotor is if he delivered Voltron to him

If they were in an RPG, Lotor would be an elf and Zarkon would be a tank or a wizard

When AJ saw the part where Lotor dislocates his shoulders for the first time when he was recording that part, he screamed. 

The reason why Lotor is able to do that is likely due to mixed genetics and the fact that he was in a life and death situation, not really caring that he was hurt

Lotor isn’t that bothered by Zarkon training Sendak now, but he was when he was little

 AJ once whacked his head on the Blue Lion (There’s life-sized models of the lions in the studio) 

There was a time where Neil was with all of the major VAs in the booth and went, “Oh that’s who you are.” He can’t go into detail outside of that. (So, what caused that is a spoiler, pretty much. Maybe Zarkon interacts with the paladins in the future?)

Neil is more musically inclined since he did musical theater, but AJ can play the harmonica

 AJ thinks Zarkon and Lotor’s relationship like Loki and Odin’s from the MCU along with Ozai and Zuko/Azula from Avatar. 

Neil thinks their like Henry and Christian from Moulin Rouge, Mario and Luigi from The Super Mario Brothers Movie (They were father and son in that movie unlike the games...at least that’s what I got from online reviews of that movie)  and Eddie and Roger Rabbit from Who Framed Roger Rabbit along with some characters from Lion in Winter (Not sure which ones since he listed off some actors instead of characters) 

Lotor’s favourite holiday is Halloween since he would love scaring everybody at a haunted house in his home. (As a side note, someone needs to make a modern AU about this) 

Neil also added, “Lotor also loves Halloween so he can dress up as Pidge--his favourite paladin.” 

Zarkon’s favourite holiday would be Thanksgiving

Zarkon’s favourite food at Thanksgiving would be the Quintessence Stuffing and onion rings.

Lotor never gave his dad a “Number One Dad” mug

AJ used to watch Leave it to Beaver a lot as a child

Zarkon is a smooth jazz kinda guy 

The one thing Lotor and Zarkon can agree on is that Jazz is better then Death Metal

AJ would’ve added the “Most Annoying Sound in the World” from Dumb and Dumber when Lotor dislocated his shoulders 

Neil would love to add a clown horn into the show if he could add a goofy sound effect

Neil sang a song on air and unfortunately AJ didn’t

Galra teens in the empire would say, “Vrepit sa, dude!” according to them

Lotor would get along with Keith and Allura the best since they have similar backgrounds.

 AJ added, “Kimberly and I get along very well, so art might intimate life.”

Neil thinks Lotor and Keith will get along the best. 

AJ agreed, saying that Keith may bring out the good in Lotor and ground him.

 AJ teases that Hunk could bring out the more “human” side of Lotor and food brings everyone together.

Neil thinks Lotor’s ex generals would make for an awesome girl band

Neil thinks that the Galra Empire doesn’t get enough credit for being inclusive towards women

The arena set up isn’t staged on Lotor’s part. He really is that good of a method actor

Lotor and Zarkon would dress up as two characters from Twins, Harry Potter and Voldemort or Gimly and Legolas if they were forced to do a group costume

There were probably some other points I’ve missed, but those were the major ones I caught on to... 

#lotor #zarkon #aqua rambles

[ninjadeathblade]

Moulin Rouge Discotrain AU (part one)

Summary: (Post-game canon) The Conductor and DJ Grooves agree to finally work on a movie together. They come up with 'Moulin Rouge', a musical drama filled with romance. Over time the two directors grow closer and discover that maybe they don't hate each other as much.

Next

Word count: 558 (this is kinda the introduction so it's pretty short)

Warnings: None

Author's notes: I literally started writing this a couple days ago and it's over 6k and not finished so I might as well start posting it. So here it is I guess! I know there are words in the vernacular to describe it. I don't know how to write Conductor's accent, sorry. I will try and post up parts regularly but sorry if I get distracted. Pinguini and Owlice are OCs and I literally only came up with them while making this. Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading it! :)

The Conductor scribbled out another paragraph of drafted script, before crumpling the entire piece of paper and throwing it in the bin.

He let out a sigh as DJ Grooves burst in, not even bothering to knock.

"Darling! You can't stay cooped up in here forever! There are two of us working on this movie, and I won't let you take all the credit," Grooves exclaimed, shutting the door and walking over to look at Conductor's notes.

"If yer music and romance ruins my film then I'll nae work with you again," Conductor threatened, prompting Grooves to laugh.

"As if, darling! It's just the flare your ideas need, to push them that little bit further to-" Grooves paused, doing a small drumroll on the edge of the table "-stardom! But we may have to get more, how should I put it, creative with casting."

"Whaddya mean?"

"I'll put this delicately, darling," Grooves explained. "I just don't think the owls or penguins will cut it for some of the roles we've come up with."

Conductor let out a groan before quickly sipping his whiskey. He placed it back down away from the papers he'd been writing on and away from Grooves.

"I hate ta say it but I agree with yer. We could get that wee lass to come back again," Conductor said, pointing to the movie poster on the wall from his previous movie 'Murder On The Owl Express'.

Grooves nodded thoughtfully, taking a seat on the other side of his desk.

"Yeah, that could work. I know a penguin who might work as that courtesan you wrote-"

"Satine."

"-Yes, Satine, that was it. As I was saying, darling, I know the perfect penguin for the role. And I bumped into one of your owls a while back who might work well as that guy-"

"Christian?"

"-Yes, Christian! That's him! Well, I don't know if you remember one of your employees, Owlice? I think she'd do perfectly, darling, perfectly!" Grooves continued, propping his head in his flippers as he lent on the table.

Conductor pushed his notes to the side of the desk and picked out a new piece of paper, beginning to write down possible roles.

"And this penguin? What's 'er name?" Conductor asked, loosening his tie and undoing the top button of his shirt.

If he was going to be spending the night working on the film then he didn't want to be in such stuffy clothes.

"His name is Pinguini," Grooves replied. "He's an amazingly talented singer. And that role of, what's his name, ah, Toulouse, that would be perfect for your young detective, or, in my preference, the upcoming diva!" He flourished his flippers as he referenced their previous rivalling movies.

"Alright. We've still gotta lot of roles ta fill though. And I donnae think the owls and penguins will be cut out for all of 'em," Conductor grumbled. "We could see if the lass has any friends that might get involved."

"Yeah, yeah, that could work," Grooves mumbled, nodding. "I could try and talk to my contacts and see if they know anyone."

Conductor nodded absentmindedly, mind flitting between scene ideas and possible cast members.

"Darling, where is this 'Moulin Rouge' in the movie going to be filmed?"

Conductor grinned, looking up at Grooves.

"Where else? It's gonna be on The Owl Express!"

#ahit #a hat in time #ahit au #a hat in time au #ahit moulin rouge au #discotrain #a hat in time moulin rouge au #discotrain au #discotrain moulin rouge au #the conductor #ahit conductor #dj grooves #ahit dj grooves

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Sparkling Diamonds

Part 1 of the Moulin Rouge Au I've been teasing the past few days. Idk how many parts there'll be, but they'll all be named after songs from the movie. This differes from the movie plot. Yugi is a vicount, heir to the Moutu clan, a powerful French/Japanese family. Atem is a popular entertainer/prostitute in the Shadow Realm. Also, not really a spoiler, but Atem lives!

I have enough sad things that have happened in my life, so I really love happy endings. However, happy endings aren't all sunshiine and rainbows. This Au is in two main parts: the part of the events of the Moulin Rouge and Atem settling into life as the spouse of nobility. At least, that's the plan. But enough of me rattling on! If you enjoy it, give it a reblog, like it, leave a comment!

I remember, very clearly, the first time I saw Atem Pharos. It was also my first visit to the Shadow Realm. The club was a night club and high end brothel. Mai Valentine ran the club with a tight hand. She wouldn’t hesitate to have any patron thrown out for any reason. She never made her employees work the brothel, unless they were willing and did not have a lover.

I remember the bright colors of the costumes. The air held the aura of joy and the scent revelry, if it had one. It felt like a party without end. The dancers were weaving through each other. They pulled patrons into the dancing throng with them at random. Above them sat three thrones. All three were empty at the time.

My new friends-also my new neighbors-shuffled me along to a booth sat inside an alcove. There were several dotted about the hall. They had brought me to cheer me up. This was the first time I had been away from my home completely on my own.

I had been forced into hiding. I was using a fake last name at the time, going by Yugi Sennen instead of Yugi Moutu. Somehow, I had gotten caught up in a scandal I had never participated in. It was the perfect excuse to explore life outside of my family’s wealth and privilege. I had always held a great dislike of the world I was born in.

My companions and I settled into our booth. We fit into the alcove snugly. Scantily clad servers, both male and female, passed by us. I remember blushing severely at seeing so much skin exposed on a person. Many of them winked at my blushing face.

The lights dimmed as the dancers raced away from the floor. A spot light hit the polished wood before lifting into the air. It illuminated a lithe male figure. This was my first time watching Atem preform. He was as beautiful then as he is now. He was dressed in fitted, pressed, black slacks, a white shirt, a rhinestone studded vest, and top hat.

“The French are glad to die for love.” He sang out into the silence. His deep voice flowed over my skin. I had moaned softly to myself. I had not realized at that exact moment, but I had lost my heart to Atem Pharos.

A dusky tanned hand plucked Yugi’s pen out of his fingers. An arm slid around his shoulder to trail into the opening of his robe. Warm breath curled around the opposite ear as the person behind him tapped the pen against his cheek. He turned, greeted by his beloved’s smile. Atem returned the gesture before relinquishing the pen.

“Our sun and moon are tucked away in bed. …I thought we agreed long ago about there being no work brought into the bedroom?” He trailed his nails up Yugi’s chest lightly, showing he wasn’t mad. His husband sighed blissfully.

“It’s not work.” He replied. “I’m writing a memoir about how we met and our first year or so together. I thought the children might like to read it when they’re older. How much trouble did they give you?” Yugi tilted his head to the side, allowing Atem to trail kisses there.

“Not too much.” He said softly into his ear. “Khonsu wanted to know why you weren’t helping me. I told him Papa was very tired tonight. You’re not too tired for me to make love to you, are you, Habibi?” He nibbled on the ear lobe before him. A little moan left his lover this time. He smiled as he kissed the bite.

“Never, but you might have to do most of the work yourself, Koibito. Let me finish this part first?”

“Go ahead. I’m going to take a shower first. Come join me if you finish before I get out.” Atem kissed him softly, one of those that lingered. He drew away slowly, winking as he turned. Yugi watched him enter their en suite bathroom. He loved watching him. Atem had this way of walking when it was just them, a certain sway to his hips. He tore his eyes away to return to his notebook.

I was saddened to see Atem leave the room, more so after his fall. I applauded his performance enthusiastically. I had enjoyed it. I couldn’t help hoping it was I he had locked eyes with. I had shaken my head to loosen that foolish hope.

I rose from my seat. When asked, I made an excuse of being thirsty. I wanted to get up, walk around. My eyes wondered about the hall. A hand grabbed my wrist. I was pulled behind a dark curtain. My surprised yelp was muffled by another mouth meeting mine.

I was pushed up against the wall hidden behind the thick cloth. Hips ground into mine pleasurably. After releasing a moan, I pushed the person away to see who was kissing me. Atem watched me with desperate, needy eyes. His hands tightened on my sides.

“Please.” He pleaded softly.

“I’m not-“

“It’s alright. I’ll take care of you, Handsome. Just let me be yours tonight.”

“O.K, but shouldn’t we go somewhere more private?” He pulled a pyramid pendant from beneath his shirt. He placed it around my neck.

“Come to the pyramid at midnight. Show this to the twins by the door. They’ll let you in. You should go back to your friends. I have to work the floor.”

“Wait!” I held to his forearm. “I didn’t catch your name. I’m Yugi Sennen.”

“I am Atem Pharos.” We gravitated back toward each other. I reached for his other arm. His lips glided over mine like he had been kissing me for years. The kiss wasn’t long, and trailed off into a string of quick pecks. “I don’t want to leave you.”

“Then don’t.” I said between more pecks. It was like we couldn’t get enough kisses. “We could sneak away to your pyramid. A private dinner for two sounds lovely, doesn’t it?”

“True, mon lion, but I have to go. Mai will have my hide, if I don’t. Until our midnight meal?”

“Until midnight.” I watched him leave, following after minutes later. My friends asked what had taken me, and I shared my lucky story. They all looked rather impressed, knowing Atem far better than I had at the time. He never invited just anyone back to his pyramid, much less gave them the ‘key to the pyramid’ as the pendant was called.

I sighed in the few remaining hours before my midnight rendezvous. My eyes watched Atem as he floated about, working the floor. I knew he was aware of my stare, often shooting glances to me over others’ backs. It seemed an eternity until I was before the twins.

#fanfics #fanfic #Moulin rouge ygo au #one shot series #puzzleshipping #blindshipping #I'm proud of this guys #sitine!atem #Christian!yugi

[theyellowcurtains]

Evak fic reclist

I am working on this list, it was started on the 3rd of July and I’ve read through a lot of the fics on ao3 to get this. It’s not in any particular order, except for maybe what I read it in. I am including the titles and author given descriptions. Thank you to anyone who has written these amazing works. 

when your heart is bleeding, i’m coming to get you - cosetties

Isak doesn't exactly expect his hookup from last week to be the love advice columnist at the school newspaper he's working at. He also doesn't expect to fall even harder for him than he already has, which is a shame, really, since Even's crushing on someone else.

we’re two little people in this big ‘ol world - cosetties

All Isak wants is a nice, romantic weekend alone with his very attractive boyfriend. Too bad his friends have a different idea.

("Then, Even will do something gross, like spill cheese on Isak’s favorite gray hoodie, or treat all of Isak’s best pens like goddamn chew toys, and scratch that. Isak’s the luckiest guy in all the worlds, all the universes.")

you’re the shit and i’m knee deep in it - cosetties

After Even has already rejected him once, after Isak is aware of Even's reputation for meaningless one-night stands, the last thing Isak should be doing is sleeping with the guy. But it keeps happening, and there's no way Isak is getting out of this with his heart intact.

with love, from anonymous - cosetties, iriswests 

Isak just wants to get his coffee in peace, Even has a crush, and there's a secret admirer on the loose.

open the pod bay doors -  iriswests

Even's trying to write a script for his class, Isak happens to catch a glimpse of the shit show, and they fall in love over a story of parallel universes.

True or False - iriswests

Seven moments between Isak and Even (+1 with Sonja), ranging from the ages of four and six to the ages of seventeen and nineteen, respectively.

Sideways and Slantways - iriswests

Isak gets stuck in an elevator with the one person he's vowed never to speak to again. This eventually prompts a conversation long overdue, but not without the memories flooding his brain like a broken dam first.

take me to the stars - iriswests

Isak thinks Even is pretentious and impractical. Even thinks Isak is arrogant and uptight. They’re not each other’s biggest fans, even if they do happen to have spectacular sex on a very, very drunken night. And Isak doesn’t mean to do it again, but he does, anyway, so now they’re establishing ground rules and deciding that maybe they can keep doing this, no strings attached, no commitments, no feelings, and, most importantly, no need to stop disliking each other.

And then it’s not quite that simple anymore.

Our Steady True North - verlore_poplap 

(DivorcedParent!Evak)

Five times Isak and Even were amicable; plus one time they just weren't. (Plus an epilogue, I guess) 

717 Miles - MermaidsandMermen (SophiaSoames) 

The calculated flying distance from Oslo to London is equal to 717 miles which is equal to 1153 km. If you want to go by car, the driving distance between Oslo and London is 1732.79 km. If you ride your car with an average speed of 112 kilometres/hour (70 miles/h), travel time will be 15 hours 28 minutes.

Even Bech Naesheim should not be here. Well it was not his plan to be here. Not at all. Even Bech Naesheim, age 19, is supposed to be on a beach in Bali. He is supposed to be on the first stop on his Asian backpacking trip of a lifetime. THAT was the plan. That is where he is supposed to be. Not here. Alone in a house in fucking London. Being paid to look after some troubled 17-year-old.

Isak Valtersen has 3 weeks left of school. He has to survive 3 more weeks. Make it through 21 more days of hell. Then he is going to hide out in his room for the rest of the summer until he can figure out how to get his life back on track. Find a school far far away where he can start over. Not make mistakes. He doesn't need a fucking babysitter. He just doesn't. His life is fucked up enough as it is.

Cut Us Out In Little Stars - allyasavedtheday

Even Bech Næsheim.

The boy making Isak’s heart beat double-time in his chest is Even Bech Næsheim.

He can’t believe he didn’t realise it earlier. Even doesn’t have any social media and any pictures of him in the press are usually grainy or leave his appearance partly concealed through sunglasses or a hat but still.

A sick part of his brain almost wants to laugh because of course. It’s not enough for Isak to like boys when he shouldn’t, no, he has to go and like that boy.

The one boy his father would condemn him for being with without question.

*

An Isak and Even, Romeo and Juliet au

Things Look Different In The Morning - allyasavedtheday

“So,” he says, drawing the word out. “I told Even he could stay here.”

Isak blinks, convinced he’s misheard.

“Eskild,” he says flatly. “We don’t have a spare room.”

Eskild straightens his back, expression turning sheepish. “That’s the other part…I was thinking he could stay in your room?”

*

In which Even needs a place to stay, kollektivet gains a new roommate, and Isak just really wants to sleep

The Moments in Between - allyasavedtheday

It could be minutes or hours later when they finally let go of each other, though they don’t move very far.

Isak slips his hand into Even’s and presses their foreheads together once again. “Come home with me,” he whispers, a quiet request lost to the space between their mouths.

He’s close enough to hear Even swallow before his fingers tighten in Isak’s hold and he murmurs an, “Okay.”

*

A look at the moments between O Helga Natt and Passe på meg.

Half Blade and Half Silk - smokeshop

Isak's friends introduce him to an art student at a college party. He won't stop calling Isak baby and Isak's bad at pretending to hate it.

College AU where Isak's past is a little more colorful but Even still won't leave him alone.

The Notion of Falling -  smokeshop

Isak hates Even and Even hates Isak and Sana is the only one who knows why

i could probably just curl up in you. - milominderbinder

Isak is away at a cabin with the guys when he gets a text from Even.

hey, babe, did you take my favourite hoodie?

He is, of course, outraged that Even would accuse him of such treachery. The fact that Isak is wearing the hoodie at that very moment has nothing to do with it.

How In My Silence I Adored You - dahlstrom

In a parallel universe, the rest of the boy squad actually shows up at the first kosegruppa meeting and Isak stays for the love games. Thus, his first interaction with Even is quite different (no paper towels were harmed in this scenario). Also heavily hints at Vilde/Eva.

I’ll Be Coming Home, Wait For Me - dahlstrom

(Trust me this fic is worth it, it’s 100% worth reading it’s lovely)

The diner AU. Even and Yousef open a 1950s American-style restaurant together - Even is the creative genius in the kitchen, Yousef keeps the trains running on time, and Isak, Chris B, and Magnus are all along for the ride. Falling in love over food while Elvis serenades from the jukebox. Welcome to the Throwback Diner.

---

The next couple of minutes are a complete blur of Yousef wishing Isak luck under his breath, then loudly saying goodbye to Even and hurrying out the door, and Even leading Isak to one of the only booths not covered with elements of the remodel, the two of them settling into their seats, Even asking him again if he’d like anything, and Isak, partly because he wants to delay things and partly because his throat now feels like fucking sandpaper, asking for some water. It’s not until he’s completely alone for a moment that he’s able to have a quick, stern talk with himself about calming down and just getting through this. If he can keep his cool for just a few minutes, do his best to ignore Even’s jawline and incredible eyes and, yeah, pretty much everything else about him, he might just come out of this with a job.

love and condoms - evenbakkas

Isak was about turn on his heels and say “Fuck it” and go home, when a tall, slender-looking boy approached him from down the aisle. Shit.

“Finding everything okay?” he asked once he reached Isak, his face entirely consumed by his smile. Judging from his choice of clothing, the boy definitely worked here. And, by the black letters scribbled on his name tag, the boy’s name was Even. Great.

.

Or: Isak owes Eskild a favor and Eskild sends him out to buy condoms where he runs into a tall boy who is a little too eager to help him.

My Heart is Strong - photographer_of_thoughts

(This fic actually does the most adorable thing with quoting moulin rouge and makes my heart swell with happiness, I adore that movie so very much.)

His bipolar disorder made him want everything to be a great tragedy, a Baz Luhrmann film; because how else did things have meaning? His brain told him that time and time again. He’d lost track of how many people he’d let go because he wanted to “lose them forever” and subsequently keep them forever; tucked away into the memory palace in his brain... But he didn’t want that anymore. As soon as he’d kissed Isak he knew he wanted to be better this time.

Or, Isak and Even meet in a doctor's office waiting room.

i didn't mean to kiss you (you didn't mean to fall in love) - tarjeiandhenrik

football/cheerleader au with not much football and cheerleading because i only know the basics

Membership Dues - Sabeley

Isak is pledging Even's fraternity. Even keeps having to be reminded that he's not allowed to date the pledges.

"It's a ten-week pledge period. How hard could it be?"

Famous last words.

Or, the childhood best friends AU no one asked me for.

poppin’ pills is all we know - thekardemomme

au in which Even comes into the bathroom instead of Emma

Sweet - Lisforlove

Isak is drunk and needy.

A Transference of Feeling - rumpelsnorcack

Isak hated that he was being forced to do this. He hated leaving Nissen because of his stupid parents’ stupid fights and stupid rules. Isak didn’t understand why he had to move just because they couldn’t get their shit together anymore; this felt like more punishment on top of having been left alone with his mother and all her weird moods and difficult behaviours.

Aka, the au where Isak transferred schools rather than Even.

in the place of you and me - DarkBeauty_890

“Can I tell you a secret?” Even murmurs, tracing mindless patterns- zig zags and hearts and stars and infinity signs- up and down Isak’s bare back. He circles freckles and counts them, adding them to his never ending tally of things to know about Isak.

Isak snuffles sleepily, “Mmhmm.”

“You have made me happier in less than a year, than I think I have been in my entire life.”

Eyes flicker open, hazy green; beautiful and open, “Ditto.”

whose world is this - withoutwords

It’s the same Isak who does his own laundry, and cooks his own dinner, and calls his dad for money because Eskild’s empty threats of kicking him out are starting to get on his nerves. The same walking, talking Isak.

But now he kisses boys.

I wanna hold you like you’re mine - giraffingallday

"I'm sorry? Who are you? And how would you know if Isak was really gay?"

"I’m Even, and how about because I'm his fucking boyfriend?"

Huh. This was news to Isak.

_

Isak is often nervous and just trying to get through his required semester of Theatre. Emma makes it a little harder until Even comes along and makes it too easy. He might fall in love somewhere along the way.

Tired of using Technology - skambition 

(This is part of a short series, I would recommend the whole thing)

Isak & Even texting

... about sex, love, relationships, school, family, daily stuff, and whatever else you text about :)

Golden Boy - alotofphandoms

“Guys, not every guy is gay and wants to bang me.”

“I beg to differ.” Isak jumps when a boy sits down next to him. “Hi, I’m Even.”

~~~

“A date?” Isak almost exclaims. Even chuckles again, shaking his head slightly.

“You’ve been on a date, right?” Even jokes but his face turns slightly more serious when Isak just looks at him dumbly and shakes his head. Even gives him a smile. “I just want to get to know you, golden boy.”

~~~

Or, Isak thinks his life is great until Even Bech Naesheim waltz in and starts taking him out on dates. (Mostly fluff and flirting but I live for angst so there's a little bit of that to keep it interesting)

it’s something unpredictable, but in the end it’s write - mmxii

Even suddenly stops and just looks at him for a few seconds. Then he says it.

“You’re my best friend, you know. Always have been, always will be.”

a childhood best friends au..... because there can never be enough

Skamløs - Skamtrash

AU. Even is Isak's professor and they have a thing going on

#fic #skam #skam fic #evak #isak #isak valtersen #boy squad #even #even bech næshiem #sana #sana bakkoush #girl squad #eva #eva mohn #jonas #jonas vasquez #mahdi #mahdi disi #magnus #magnus fossbakken #noora #noora sætre #chris #chris berg #vilde #vilde hellerud

[jaeminlore]

Moulin Rouge! // Min Yoongi

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the prompt: do you think you could write a yoongi x reader fic? Something with a situation/plot like Moulin Rouge?

words: 6636

category: moulin rouge au

disclaimer: all references and rights of moulin rouge go to it’s original creators.

author note: right so I watch the whole movie and there are like 7 different angsty plot twists. i skipped only a few. anyway this is a lot like the movie since it was fresh on my mind so i hope you don’t mind that. I also took a few things that I wasn’t comfortable with writing out. I hope you guys enjoy this because it’s my longest scenario yet at 6k+ words.

- destinee

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Yoongi let out a sigh as he sat down in his brand new studio apartment in Paris, France. He had come as a writer, with the hopes of getting his stories and songs out to people. In the city of love, he wasn’t sure who wouldn’t want to read a romance in the city of love.

Albeit, Yoongi had never been in love, and he had no idea what love was supposed to feel like or even look like.

So he sat in front of his typewriter, his mind at a blank as he searched for some kind of love metaphor to begin with.

He could come up with nothing.

With the tap of his fingers against his makeshift desk, he stared at the empty page before him. Suddenly, he heard a loud thump from the apartment above him, followed by a few loud voices shouting in protest.

They kept shouting, and Yoongi was sure he heard some singing mixed in there as well.

Knowing that he wasn’t going to get any work done, Yoongi shrugged a jacket over his shoulders and left his apartment.

Hoping to find the rambunctious group that interrupted his stunted inspiration, Yoongi bounded up the stairs two at a time.

When he finally found the door from which the noise was coming from, he poised his fist in the air, ready to bring it down on the moldy wood in a harsh knock.

Before he could, however, the door burst open and Yoongi was suddenly face to face with a man… and a butt.

The man in front of him looked younger, with a large nose and thin lips. He had a makeshift headdress on his head, one similar to a nun’s. He and Yoongi met each other’s eyes, and Yoongi just looked at the butt of the second man, raising a questionable eyebrow.

“Oh! This is Jimin,” the first man said, a cheery smile on his face as he slapped the other man’s backside. “I’m Jungkook.”

“I’m Yoongi.” Yoongi spoke while he peaked around Jungkook. Inside of the apartment were four other men, all dressed in flamboyant outfits and heavy makeup. “What is going on? What were those loud noises?”

“Oh.” Another boy pushed Jungkook back into the room and smiled at Yoongi. This boy was blond, with bow-shaped lips and long eyelashes. Hot pink eyeshadow covered his eyelids, and atrocious violet lipstick painted his mouth. A top hat sat upon his head.

“I’m Hoseok. We’re rehearsing.” He offered the confused man a smile.

Yoongi opened his mouth to reply. However, no words came out. All he could do was stare past Hoseok, at the remaining three boys as they seemed to be bickering.

Hoseok followed his gaze and huffed, throwing his hands up dramatically. “Honestly, boys. We’ll never figure this out before tonight if we keep fighting.”

“Well now that Jimin’s out, were trying to figure out what to do with his part.” One of the boys explained, gesturing to the corner, where Jungkook threw a very unconscious Jimin onto the bed.

“What’s wrong with him? Is he okay?” Yoongi asked.

“Jimin’s got narcolepsy,” the same unnamed boy from earlier explained. “Just falls asleep whenever. We can’t risk him doing that during the play.”

Yoongi crinkled his nose, “What kind of play are six grown men going to perform?”

“Taehyung! Show him!”

The man from earlier (Taehyung, apparently), nodded and ran to a beaten down piano. He nearly tripped over his platform boots on the way.

Taehyung struck a c chord, and then smiled at Yoongi, “The Spectacular Spectacular!”

“We’ll perform it at the Moulin Rouge!” Namjoon, as Yoongi later learned, said.

“Moulin Rouge? Isn’t that a Nightclub?”

“Not just a nightclub,” Hoseok corrected. “A cabaret with the most beautiful dancers.”

Yoongi was still a bit confused, “You’re going to perform a show at a cabaret?”

Taehyung rolled his eyes, “Weren’t you listening? The Moulin Rouge is a place for performers! With the Spectacular Spectacular, we can turn it into the theatre it truly is.”

“Okay…” Yoongi looked hesitant at a discarded script lying in the floor.

“You know what? Why don’t you step in for Jimin?” Hoseok grabbed his own script and ran over to the corner of the room, behind a dark blue sheet hung up by coat hooks.

Before Yoongi could really understand what was happening, he was pulled over to the side of the piano to sit upon the overstuffed bench with Hoseok.

The director of the play, a man named Jin who sported clown-like makeup and attire, clapped his hands and used a rolled-up script as a megaphone. “From the top!”

Jungkook ran to the middle of the small room and began to sing. “The hills are quaking and shaking.”

Yoongi winced at the way Jungkook’s notes didn’t match those of the piano.

“Stop!” Jin said. “Stick to my lyrics, Kook.”

“But they’re long and I don’t understand them,” Jungkook whined.

“They’re artistic!” Jin countered. “They will show the very essence of an artistic bohemian revolution!”

Yoongi rolled his eyes as Jin began to sing his lyrics to the song. Jungkook was right, because even as a writer Yoongi wasn’t sure he knew what some of those words meant.

With a nonchalant sigh and a scratch of his wrist, Yoongi raised his voice above the two bickering men, “The hills are alive with the sound of music.”

The other six boys turned to look at him, including Jimin who had just conveniently woken up.

Jungkook tried out the words with the music, finding they flowed quite well together. “Wow,” he said. “Did you just come up with that?”

Yoongi shrugged. “Sort of. It sounds good, doesn’t it?”

“Wow!” Hoseok slapped Yoongi on the back. “You should help Jin write the play!”

“Well I have never been so insulted in my life,” Jin cried dramatically, throwing his script to the floor and storming out of the apartment.

Namjoon turned to Yoongi with an exuberant grin, “Looks like you’re our new writer!”

“How will he be accepted?” Jungkook fretted. “No one knows who he is.”

Yoongi was about to protest (because although it was true, he had some pride to protect), when Taehyung snapped his fingers.

“Y/n!”

“Y/n?” Yoongi stood up straighter, curious at the sound of a new name.

“Yes! The top courtesan at Moulin Rouge! If we get you dressed nicely and you read her your poetry, she will surely be impressed and recommend you to Zidler.”

“Okay,” Yoongi agreed. No matter how strange this group of outcasts were, he had found a job. Just as long as this Y/n person liked his writing enough.

-

“This isn’t a cabaret. This isn’t even a nightclub,” Yoongi commented as he followed the now-five boys into Moulin Rouge. “This is a circus.”

It was easy to separate the workers from the guests. Like Yoongi and his friends, there were many men standing around in nice suits, with colored ascots or velvet top hats.

Taehying pointed out a man standing in the middle of the dance floor, laughing a belly laugh with his head thrown back. “That’s Zidler. He owns the Moulin Rouge.”

Yoongi inspected the man a bit more, taking notice of his dirty blond mustache and colorful suit. The ruffles from the scarlet red jacket went all the way down his torso before stopping at his matching trousers.

A large bass drum thumped just then, startling Yoongi. He looked up at the balcony, where a band was located.

The drums kept going, joined by the cheering and jeering of the men around Yoongi. Suddenly, doors from the side of the room opened and women came out by the dozens. Each was dressed different from the next, yet all the same.

Their dresses were the brightest, most eye-catching colors of the rainbow. They began to dance; on the tables, on the floor, with the closest man to them, wherever they felt like dancing, really.

The music got louder, as did Zidler’s voice as he announced his famous dancers: the diamond dogs.

“Why the heck would they be called diamond dogs?” Yoongi asked as Taehyung ushered him to an empty booth.

“Just hush,” Taehyung advised as they sat down. Then he directed his words towards Hoseok, “Do you see Y/n?”

“No,” Hoseok hissed back, his eyes on a scantly clad brunette. “She’s got a special stage tonight, remember? Now listen, Yoongi, I’ve arranged a private meeting for the two of you.”

“Private?”

“Yeah,” Hoseok replied. “So get in there and read her the best poetry you’ve ever written, alright?”

“Right.” Yoongi said, licking his lips nervously.

The music began to fade into something softer, and the atmosphere quieted down only a few meters as a spotlight shone upon the ceiling.

Then you descended, sitting daintily on a swing as it lowered to the ground. You were singing, yet for the life of him, Yoongi had no idea what you were saying.

He was too busy looking at you. You wore less clothing than the other girls. Though the outfit seemed more sophisticated: a silver one piece decorated with diamond-like sparkles.

Your hair was curled underneath a velvet top hat, and Yoongi wondered briefly if you were wearing it to mock him and the rest of the men who dressed in their best to come to a cabaret.

Yoongi watched your red-stained lips as you sang. “Who is that, Hoseok?”

Hoseok sat back, a satisfied smirk on his face. “That, my dear Yoongi, is our lovely Y/n.”

-

The stage lights felt hot. No matter how little you wore, you always felt hot. Maybe it was due to the stares of a hundred men, all taking you into their minds with different fantasies of their liking. Maybe it was the altitude of the swing. Didn’t heat rise? Maybe it was just your makeup, heavy enough to keep your pores from breathing.

Whatever it was, you remembered Zidler’s motto: The Show Must Go On.

So you sang. You sang about diamonds being a girl’s best friend. Once you were lowered to the stage that stood on the middle of the dance floor, you dropped onto it and began to dance.

It was your job, and by now you were used to the loud catcalls and the jeers you received from the men. They were welcome, in fact, because the more they liked you the more you got payed.

So you continued on with your little show, pulling boys in with your charms only to push them away right when their curiosity (and something else) was peaked.

Soon Zidler joined you on the stage, and you followed him in the routine you now knew by heart. It was almost time for the dance break, and your costume change.

“Where’s the duke?” you asked Zidler as he twirled you around the stage in a modern-day tango.

The duke was the man Zidler needed to fund the Spectacular Spectacular. If he invested in Moulin Rouge, it could turn into a real theatre, and you could become a real actress like you’ve always dreamed.

“He’s the one beside the blond,” Zidled replied.

You squinted behind his shoulder, finally noticing a blond man talking animatedly to another man, this one with jet black hair. “Are you sure that’s him?”

You feigned a smiled for the crowd as Zidler replied, “Positive.”

The dance number changed, and suddenly you and Zidler were crouched down on stage, hidden by a ton of heavy fans as you switched costumes. “Will he invest?”

“Definitely. After a night with you, he can’t say no.”

You nodded, “So what’s his type? Innocent and cute? Smart and sexy? Smoldering damsel?”

“Smoldering damsel, definitely,” Zidler replied. “Now remember, we’re relying on you. We need this show. With it, you’ll become a real actress.”

You sighed contently, already imagining life on a real stage under real production lights.

Once you were finally dressed, this time in a pale pink one piece and a skirt that swooshed up with every step you took, you stood up with a shining smile and made your announcement.

“It’s ladies choice tonight, boys! And I choose you.” You pointed straight to the dark-haired man.

Without waiting for the duke’s answer, you pulled him out of his chair and to the middle of the dance floor. You placed his hands on your waist and danced with him to the sound of cheers and claps around you.

“Thank you for investing,” you whispered in his ear, trailing a hand up his chest like you always did to the men you danced with. It was a sure way to get the them aroused, especially when you made them think you actually cared about them.

“I’m interested as long as you like what I do,” he replied. Then, to your surprise, he grabbed your hand off of his body and held it high in his own before he began to lead you around the dance floor.

“Oh, I’m sure I will,” you answered him, smiling as he led you around the room.

He was a good dancer, you had to admit, and it was great fun when he spun you around and picked you up depending on the beat of the music.

“Oh!” You exclaimed as you heard your signal that the song was coming to an end. “I have to go now.”

With a twirl, you spun out of the duke’s arms and kept spinning and dancing until you fell back on your swing.

With a flourish of your hand, the swing ascended back towards the rafters, and you tipped your head back as you began to sing once more.

It was hot up there again. Perhaps it was the feeling of coming down after a rush of adrenaline. Perhaps it was the harsh feeling that suddenly crawled up your throat. That must’ve been the reason you were suddenly falling off the swing.

Luckily, another dancer caught you and began to carry you out of the room.

As you drifted in and out of consciousness, you could hear Zidler begin to laugh and clap, making the crowd think it was all a part of the show.

The show must always go on.

-

You felt a cold washcloth being pressed against your forehead.

That familiar harsh feeling crawled up your throat, and you were never so thankful for having a handkerchief in your palm. You brought it to your lips and coughed before dropping the handkerchief to the ground.

“Do you think you can get up, love?” One of the dancers asked. “The duke is still expecting you.”

“I’m fine,” you said, pushing yourself into a sitting position. Despite the momental vertigo in your head, you stood up. “Let’s turn me into a smoldering damsel.”

Zidler gave you a worried look as you began to change into a red dress.

You smiled at him, “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

-

Yoongi and the boys walked upstairs to what was called “The Elephant Room.”

In retrospect, it was an actual elephant-shaped building, with a bedroom in the body of the animal.

“Convince her!” Taehyung whispered before the five of them all scurried up to the top of the elephant, where Yoongi was sure they would be eavesdropping.

Yoongi sighed and walked around the room that was dressed in pink and orange hues. Yoongi slapped the bangles that hung from the walls, contemplating which writings he should recite to you.

He heard the door open and close. “Hello.”

Yoongi turned around, and his eyes unknowingly widened as you walked towards him. Your dress was long and red, with a slit down down your left leg.

You gave Yoongi a sultry smile and turned your back to him, drawing your hair all the way to one shoulder. “Unzip me?”

Yoongi stared at your low cut dress and the smooth line of your back. “Uh, okay.”

With his eyes anywhere but you, he reached out and pulled the zipper down, revealing some black lace underwear.

What is going on..? Yoongi averted his eyes as you undressed fully (save for the lingerie), and made yourself comfortable on the bed in the corner of the room.

“Thank you for investing,” you said, tracing the patterns on the sheets with your finger.

Yoongi nodded, finally you were getting down to business.

“Okay,” Yoongi said. “So can I start the poetry reading now?”

“Of course you can.”

He furrowed his eyebrows as you suddenly stood up and placed both hands on his chest, pushing him back towards the bed.

Yoongi felt the back of his legs hit the bed and he fell onto his back, hitting the soft mattress with a loud thump.

Before he could stop you, you climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. Your nimble fingers flew to his dress shirt and you began to unbutton it.

“Stop!” Yoongi protested, watching you in alarm. He pushed you away from him and rolled off of the bed.

Then, he began to speak, his heart beating erratically from panic. He recited a few lines from a rap he had been working on, hoping to just get this appointment over and done with. “Like those dead leaves there that have fallen and are flying, my love is collapsing without strength. Your heart is only going further away, I can’t grab you. I can’t grab you any more. I can’t hold on more.”

-

You sat up on the bed, confused as to why he had rejected your advances.

This is what he wanted, wasn’t it?

Even though you were confused, you listened as he recited his lines.

Wait, he wanted to actually recite poetry? You were under the impression that that was a code name for some new kink he had thought of.

The duke turned to you and continued his piece. “Over there, the autumn leaves that look like they’re at stake. Seems like they’re looking at us. If our hands touch, even if it’s all at once, it only seems like it’s going to be crumbs.”

You were mesmerized as he suddenly turned his poem into a rap. His rapping voice was deep and confident, with an air of desperation about it as he continued to sing the tragic song. He looked you in the eye, and it seemed he had something to prove to you, although you could not understand what.

When he finally finished his song, you stared at him and smiled. “I think I’m in love with the duke.”

“Duke?” He frowned at you. “I’m not a duke. I’m a writer.”

“What?” Your eyes widened in realization. “Oh no, you have to leave!”

“What? Why?” Yoongi asked as you pushed him towards the door.

As if the timing couldn’t be any better, the door suddenly swung open, pressing Yoongi against the wall.

You smiled at the scrawny, mustached man who walked in. “Duke! I’ve been waiting for you.”

Just like that, your luster was back in full swing as you grabbed the duke by the collar and began kissing him.

With your free hand, you gestured for Yoongi to get out of the room. You kept your eyes open during the kiss, averting your eyes toward the door.

He nodded, and slowly moved towards the door. On his way, however, he ran into the umbrella rack, as he was too busy watching your signals.

The duke pulled his lips off of yours and almost turned around, but you grabbed his shoulders and pulled him closer to you, faking a moan as you kissed him.

“What was that?” he mumbled into your lips.

“Nothing,” you assured him, slipping your fingers into his hair.

Yoongi was unable to leave now, being blocked by the door. So instead, he hid behind the refreshment table. He hid his head behind the bucket of ice and champagne.

“Oh, Duke,” you faked a moan. “We can’t do this tonight. We must wait till the opening night. We have to make it special.”

“Why?” The Duke seemed both aroused and confused as you pushed him out of the room.

“Trust me!” You said, inwardly panicking. “It’ll be better this way.”

You began to feel hot again. Perhaps it was the rush of dancing with one man and then kissing another. Perhaps it was the fear that the writer would be caught.

You closed the door behind the duke and turned around, glaring at the writer. “Why didn’t you leave? You could’ve gotten caught and then this whole thing would’ve been ruined!”

Yoongi went to open his mouth, “I’m sorry, I was just…”

Whatever he said next, you didn’t hear, for the heat crept up your neck and into your head, until you were suddenly falling against his chest.

-

“Woah,” Yoongi spoke, watching as you drifted in and out of consciousness. “Y/n? Are you awake?”

He picked you up and laid you on top of the bed before crawling beside you to check your pulse. “Y/n?”

Finally, your eyes began to flutter open. Just in time, because the door opened again, and Yoongi turned to see the duke with an angry look on his face. “Is this why you kicked me out?”

All of a sudden he was pushed off of the bed by you. “Of course not! We were just… rehearsing!”

“Rehearsing?” The Duke rose one bushy eyebrow.

“Yes!” Yoongi said. “Rehearsing for the play!”

“You see, you inspired me so much that I called up my writer and told him we had to rehearse immediately.” You lied easily.

“Where are the other actors?” The Duke asked.

“That was excellent!” Hoseok jumped around the corner, having come from the second floor to save the couple’s hides. He clapped his hands. “One more time, from the top!”

Zidler entered the room next, his eyes full of confusion. Yoongi watched as you raced up to him. “Ah, Harold! You’re hear to watch our pop-up rehearsal!”

“Pop-up…” Zidler finally seemed to notice the look in your eyes, for he nodded and looked at the duke. “Yes, they are so very excited for this play. Pop-up rehearsals everywhere, you know?”

“Alright.” The Duke sat down and crossed his arms over his head. “So what is the play about?”

Everyone looked in Yoongi’s direction.

He stuttered. All he could really think about was you. Although it was funny, the feeling inside of him wouldn’t leave.

“It’s about a penniless sitar player, who falls in love with a courtesan.”

“Oh really?” The Duke questioned.

Yoongi stared into your eyes and kept going with the pitch. “Yes! But she has already been promised to the evil maharajah, who doesn’t love her the way the sitar player does. They will be separated, but the penniless sitar player will play a song, just for her, and it will bring her back. It’s about love overcoming all obstacles,” Yoongi finished, still staring at you.

You returned his soft smile, an unknown feeling in your heart. It was warm, but not unpleasantly so.

The duke began to clap. “I love it.”

And so Moulin Rouge had a show.

-

Yoongi sat on the window seat in his apartment, staring at the Moulin Rouge. Certainly, you felt the same spark he did after that pitch, no?

He could see the elephant room from his perch. The lights were on, and your silhouette tempted him as it paced back and forth in front of the balcony.

He made up his mind fairly quickly, having never been one to think much before he acted upon his thoughts.

After grabbing his coat and shoes, he sidled out of the door into the welcoming Paris breeze.

-

“Hello,” he greeted you casually for someone who had just snuck into the elephant room.

You turned around, startled, but not angry upon seeing the handsome writer. “Oh, hello. I’m afraid I never got your name.”

“It’s Yoongi,” he said. He walked over to you, shoving his hands into his coat pockets. “Can I ask you a question?”

“What is it?” You rose an eyebrow questionably.

Yoongi stared at your dark red lips momentarily before looking into your eyes. “Did you mean what you said earlier? You told me you fell in love with me.”

“Of course not,” you scoffed, smirking.

“Oh,” he mumbled, inwardly cursing himself for being so naive. “It just felt real, is all.”

You turned towards him, a pity-filled smile on your face. “I’m a courtesan, Yoongi. I’m paid to make men think what I say to them is real.”

“Right,” Yoongi said.

“It’s not you,” you assured him. “I can’t love anyone.”

“That’s terrible,” Yoongi decided.

“Living on the street is what’s terrible,” you countered.

“Don’t you want to feel love?”

“Love is a game,” you spoke. “And I won’t play if you won’t pay.”

Yoongi frowned.

“Besides,” you continued. “Aren’t you bored of love?”

“No,” Yoongi offered you his own smile. A soft, hesitant one. “Love is everything. It lifts us up. It gives us strength.”

“Love turns people into fools. Watch, you’ll become mean.”

“No, I won’t.” Yoongi followed you out onto the balcony.

“A-And I’ll become an alcoholic!” You said, avoiding the man’s thoughtful glance.

His voice was low and soft, “Instead, we could be heroes. Lovers, for just one day.”

You stayed still as he walked closer to you. He grabbed your waist and gently pulled you closer to him, until you could feel the heat of his breath on your cheek. “What do you say, Y/n?”

You felt a shiver of pleasure run down your spine, and you nodded slowly. “Just one day.”

He kissed you then, with the tenderness of a lover. Any dominance that you were used to from your many clients was gone, replaced by the gentle push and pull of his soft lips.

The two of you pulled away at the same time, wearing matching smiles. You smiled at him, “You’re going to be bad for business. I can tell.”

-

Zidler passed the contract across his table, into the possession of the duke. “So sign here, and you’ll help us turn the Moulin Rouge into a real theater!”

The duke frowned, “Yes, about that… I have my own proposal.”

“Anything,” Zildler said.

“I want Y/n all to myself. She will have no clients but me. If I find out she is with other men, I will make sure the Moulin Rouge never runs again.”

Zidler sighed. “Agreed.”

-

It didn’t take long for you to open up to Yoongi.

Since you were the female lead of his show, the two of you were always together during rehearsals at the Moulin Rouge.

Unfortunately, the Duke was often there as well, forcing you to hide your love behind the stage and above the rafters so you wouldn’t breach his stupid contract.

Yoongi quickly found the solution to this, claiming you needed private rehearsals with him a few hours a day. These times were rarely spent rehearsing. Instead, the two of you would talk and kiss and fall further in love with each other than you had the day before.

One day, the duke came and sat beside you, hoping to ask you to come over to his place that night.

Before you could answer, Yoongi saved you by walking over. “Say, Y/n, I’m thinking of changing the script around a bit. What if the lovers meet up in the penniless sitar player’s humble abode?”

You found yourself smirking, “That sounds like a great scene to add.”

Within the next hour, Yoongi had found you alone behind the stage. Without a warning, he spun you around and pressed his lips against yours playfully.

You giggled against his lips, pulling him closer to you by his collar. “Hey, Yoongi.”

“Hey,” he whispered, eyes shining. He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before he backed away, “I have to go work on more scenes, but i just wanted to see you for a bit.”

You smiled at his words and waved as he left.

You didn’t see Zidler on the stage, trying to distract the duke from noticing the two of you.

“Y/n!” He snapped, catching up to you a few minutes later. “You’re supposed to go to the duke’s house tonight. Why are you with him?”

Your furrowed your eyebrows. “Why not?”

“Do you have any idea what will happen if the duke finds out and your contract is breached? Break up with the writer.”

You began to feel hot again. Perhaps it was the thought of breaking it off with Yoongi. Perhaps it was the fear of what would happen to him if the duke did find out.

“Harold, I—” You fell against him as you fainted, once again.

Zidler picked you up and took you to one of the couches backstage. “Call the doctor,” he informed one of the actors, who nodded in obedience and ran off.

When the doctor arrived, he had horrible news for Zidler. “I’m afraid Miss Y/n is dying.”

Zidler felt a hiccup in his throat. “No. She can’t be.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“She can’t know,” Zidled informed the other actors. “The show must go on.”

With the understanding that you weren’t going to wake up any time soon, Zilder found the Duke and informed him that you wouldn’t be coming tonight.

-

“Where were you last night?” Yoongi asked you as the two of you sat on his bed.

Your hands were in his as he looked for answers in your eyes.

“I was sick,” you told him.

“You don’t have to lie to me.” Yoongi rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb. “I know you had to see the duke.”

“I’m not lying,” you insisted. Then you sighed, “Yoongi, we have to end this. Everyone knows I have to sleep with the duke before opening night, and you’ll be too jealous.”

Yoongi pressed his lips together, thinking. “How about I write a song for us? It’ll be for the end of the play. It’ll be to remind us that no matter what happens, we’ll remember that we always love each other.”

“I don’t know…” you trailed off, hesitant.

“Come what may, Y/n. I’ll love you until my dying day, alright?”

You looked back at him and closed your eyes in contentment as he pressed his lips to your forehead. “Alright, Yoongi.”

-

You performed Yoongi’s new song with Taehyung, the male lead of the Spectacular Spectacular.

The duke watched the final rehearsal, ready to announce his rating on the finished product. He kept cutting glances to Yoongi, and he was smart enough to notice the looks he gave the lead actress. “I don’t like it.”

“What?” You looked at the duke. “Why?”

“It’s unrealistic,” he answered. “Why would the courtesan go for the penniless sitar player when the maharajah can give her everything she wants?”

“It’s about overcoming obstacles,” Yoongi spoke, defending his play, and essentially himself. “It’s about true love and how it has nothing to do with money or titles.”

The duke crossed his arms over his chest. “I want it changed. Change the ending, and have the courtesan marry the maharajah instead.”

“That’s impossible! The play is tomorrow!” Yoongi said.

“Then you better get to it,” the duke snapped at him.

“Duke!” You faked a charming laugh and began to strut towards the greasy old man. “Why don’t you let them have their dream, yeah? We all know it’s impossible. Let them have this one, alright? We can have our own ending tonight.”

The duke gulped, taking your obvious bait. “Tonight?”

“Yes,” you breathed, giving him a seductive gaze. “I’ll be there.”

-

“It’s to save your play and the Moulin Rouge, Yoongi,” you consoled your lover. “It doesn’t mean anything and you know it.”

Yoongi shook his head and held you closer to him. “I don’t want you to sleep with him.”

You could feel his tears as they fell onto your bare shoulder. “Yoongi, I’ll be alright, okay? He’s waiting for me—”

“No.” Yoongi buried his face into your neck, “Don’t do it. Please.”

You ran your fingers through his hair comfortingly. Truthfully, you despised the idea more than him. But it was for something bigger than you. This was for the Moulin Rouge’s dream of becoming a real theatre. This was for your dream of becoming a real actress. This was for Yoongi’s dream of becoming a notable writer.

“I love you,” you kissed his cheek fleetingly, and then you were gone.

-

As soon as you arrived at the Duke’s house, you regretted it.

You regretted it even more when he led you out onto the balcony for a sloppy make out session. Because from the balcony, you could see Yoongi, walking home in the rain.

How could you sleep with the duke while you were in love with the writer?

“I’m sorry,” you spoke. You pushed the Duke away and gathered your discarded clothing. “I-I have to go.”

You ran out of the duke’s home, towards the home of your lover.

-

As soon as Yoongi opened the door to your knocking, you jumped into his arms. “I couldn’t do it. I love you, Yoongi.”

He hugged you back, the fear of you leaving him for the duke dispersing as he held you in his arms. “We can leave.”

“What about the show?” You asked.

“Who cares about the show?” Yoongi asked. “It can just be us, forever.”

You agreed and ran as fast as you could towards Moulin Rouge to pack your things.

Zidler met you in the dressing room. “The duke isn’t very happy with you right now.”

“I don’t care,” you mumbled. “I’m leaving with Yoongi, for good.

“The duke said if you didn’t complete the show and stay with him a full night, he would find and kill Yoongi.”

You gasped, “You’re lying.”

“I’m not and you know it. You know what he is capable of.”

“Yoongi loves me, Harold. We’re leaving. It won’t matter once were gone.”

Zidler placed a hand on top of your shoulder. “You’re dying, Y/n. You can’t go on much longer.”

“Another trick,” you spat, although the obvious evidence told you differently. Your fainting has been happening more often than nought lately, and you couldn’t pretend like you hadn’t been coughing up blood into your handkerchief.

“The doctor told us the other night,” Zidler said. “Yoongi will be hurt either way, Y/n. It’s best if you send him away.”

“He’ll fight for me,” you countered.

“Not if he thinks you don’t love him. Hurt him to save him, Y/n. Because if he comes to that play, the duke will have him killed.”

You stayed silent.

Zidler lowered his voice into a comforting tone, “The show must go on, Y/n. You know we can’t afford to love in this business.”

You closed your eyes tightly, preventing any tears that had formed from falling. “I know.”

The show would have to go on. You would have to be the best actress you had ever been, and convince the love of your life that you no longer wanted anything to do with him.

-

You went back to Yoongi’s apartment with no bags to pack and no smile on your face.

Yoongi sensed something was off immediately. “What’s wrong?”

You looked down at your feet. “I just talked with the duke and decided to stay with him. He offered me everything I’ve ever dreamed of as long as I never see you again,” you lied.

Yoongi blinked. “What are you talking about? What about everything? We were going to run away.”

“Yoongi, the Moulin Rouge is my home.”

“There’s something the matter,” Yoongi concluded, grabbing both of your shoulders and looking into your eyes. “What’s wrong, Y/n? What’s the truth?”

You met his gaze and spoke clearly, a bit of venom in your words, “The truth is that I choose the duke.”

“No…” Yoongi trailed off as you began to leave. “Y/n!”

You didn’t turn back in the fear that he would see your tear-stained face.

-

Yoongi sat against his headboard, feeling angry and sad and horrified all at once.

Hoseok sat beside him. “Things aren’t always what they seem, Yoongi. She loves you. I know she loves you.”

“Go away, Hoseok,” Yoongi snapped.

But the seed of doubt had been planted, and Yoongi found that he couldn’t stop wondering what if. So he returned to the Moulin Rouge one last time.

-

The Spectacular Spectacular was in full swing when Yoongi arrived.

He stood in the corner and watched his play being performed. Although the ending was not to his liking, he found he couldn’t look away.

Still, he was angry at you. He was angry that you would choose the duke over him, after the pure love he had devoted towards you.

So on an impulse, he strutted up to the stage during the final scene, where you would kiss the maharajah.

You noticed him too late, as the crowd had already taken notice of the strange man in the black coat. Yoongi walked right up to you and extracted a pile of bills from his pocket before throwing them at your feet. “I owe you nothing now, and you mean nothing to me. Thank you for curing my ridiculous obsession with love.”

He began to leave.

“Wait!” You called, completely forgetting you were in the middle of a performance. “Like those dead leaves there that have fallen and are flying, my love is collapsing without strength. Your heart is only going further away, I can’t grab you. I can’t grab you any more. I can’t hold on more.”

You had recited the first poem he had ever said to you. This caught Yoongi’s attention, and he turned around on the spot.

“Forgive me,” you spoke as he began to walk back towards the stage. “I’ve always loved you.”

Yoongi began to run at this, not caring a bit for his dignity or his pride. As soon as he was in front of you, he tackled you in a hug and pressed his lips to yours.

-

You felt hot again. Perhaps it was the thrill of the show. Perhaps it was the heavy costume. Perhaps it was being in the arms of your rightful lover. Perhaps it was the prickly feeling on your skin whenever Yoongi kissed you.

You fainted anyway.

Yoongi caught you, just as the curtains were closing, signaling that the show was over. “Y/n? Darling, what’s the matter?”

You struggled to stay awake, let alone answer him.

“Help!” Yoongi shouted. His voice sounded fuzzy to you, as if your ears were clogged with water.

“I’m sorry, Yoongi,” you forced out. “I–I’m dying. T–That’s why I lied to you. I didn’t want you to be hurt.”

“Shh.” Yoongi pressed his head against yours as he hushed you. “You’ll be alright.”

“I’m sorry,” you said again. “Hold me. Please hold me.”

Yoongi obeyed, pressing you against him. “I love you.”

He began to cry, so you tried to comfort him. “Yoongi, you’ve got to go on.”

He sniffed, “I won’t without you.”

“But you’ve got so much to give,” you croaked. “Tell our story, Yoongi. Promise me. That way I’ll always be with you.”

“I promise.” He nodded. “I promise.”

He kissed you again, and when his lips left yours, he could see the last bit of life leave from your eyes.

You were dead. And the crowd behind the curtain cheered still, for they knew not what tragedy had occurred.

-

So a year later, Min Yoongi sat down at his typewriter and typed the opening words to his romance novel, Moulin Rouge:

“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is to love and be loved in return.“

~the end~

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[aki-draws-things]

Moulin Rouge AU (2)

It’s late, I’m sleeping on the computer, but I had to write it. (Haven’t re-read it… It may contain mistakes…) I went a bit faster this time but it’s still hard. >.

The scene is set before the previous one… I write them as they come and I’m trying to work out this AU. 

As always, if someone read and have some headcanon or something just message.

Grantaire looked at his reflection in the mirror, blue tired eyes staring back at him as he let out a shaky sigh.

«Ehi. You look pretty… off.» Montparnasse reflection appeared a moment later behind him, concern written all over his face, he had yet to change and get ready, still in his usual clothes, still so elegant and perfectly dressed.

“Still so young.” His mind added within a second thought, not that age truly mattered where they were, and sometimes he still saw him as the very same sixteen years old boy that the Patron-Minette pushed inside.

«Didn’t took much sleep.» Said dropping his head in one hand with a little, almost encouragingly, smile. «Go change, you know how the boss is with the late ones.» R pushed him slightly toward the other room.

«Not off like tired, R. I mean off like sick.» He insisted putting both hands on the small table and tilting his head to the side to look at him better, R simply looked back hoping to seem more confident than he felt. They would have stayed like that for the whole evening if Musichetta didn’t walked in and almost yelled seeing her designed partner still not-dressed.

«Stop staring at each other, boys.» She went to grab the younger and start dragging him away despite his loud, very loud, protest. «I’m not going to be late because you’re late, Parn. And we both already are.» She took his top hat and threw on a sparkly white couch.

R looked in their direction with a smile, thinking of how strange that must have looked from the outside, three people so different being so close and strangely affectionate with one another for nothing but friendship and family. The smile however didn’t lasted long, soon he took a hand to the mouth trying, and failing, to suppress a cough. When he managed to look back at the mirror he was, if possible, even paler than before, the only colour was the blood on his lips.

«There’s something off. Something wrong.» He closed the last button without stopping his talk.

«I know.» She said.

«I think he’s sick, Chetta.» He finally turned toward her and found her with a troubled expression.

«I know.» She repeated sadly.

#moulin rouge au #les mis #grantaire #montparnasse #musichetta #(yes she's in here too #sweet girl) #sick grantaire #writing #Aki writes

[red-earth-rising]

#EatTheRich

Canon divergence AU in which, post-fall, Will and Hannibal end up in Paris. And Hannibal wants to show Will the Louvre, and the Latin Quarters, and Pont Neuf, and the bistros behind Moulin Rouge, the Dali museum and all the reminiscent gems on the way to Sacré Coeur.

But all Will can see is the refugee families sleeping on thin cartons on the sideways, and the casual disregard of the passerby because there is one war-torn, poverty-stricken family behind every corner, and every time they turn the corner his breath catches and he can’t make himself not look.

And Hannibal eventually looks at Will, really looks at him, and he can see the clouds gathering. So he stops waxing poetics about the gates of Notre Dam and squeezes Will’s hand briefly and gives the storm space to form. And by that evening, the lightening is sparking behind Will’s eyes and he is sharing his design with Hannibal in hushed whispers, under the candlelight of a boutique bar.

And Hannibal listens and recognises that he was wrong, Will’s becoming was not the slaying of the Dragon but it is ongoing, and the design he is describing to him is righteous and vulnerable and Will, Will Graham of Louisiana, and of the docks and shipping yards, and of Wolf Trap Virginia, with an empathy disorder rubbing him raw, a god-like arrogance and a keen taste for murder is the only one who would dare think of it. And he might have a chance, Hannibal muses, but doesn’t say it out loud - because what Will also has, is his very own, Hannibal shaped monster.

So they cut the sight-seeing short and instead the stalk. And they research. And Hannibal follows money trails with money trails and he is as giddy as he ever was. Because underneath the rich fabrics that enveloped his person suit for years, there was always the starving orphan with the mocking eyes and a mouth full of fettered flesh.

It is a few weeks down the line when a fish big enough out bites their bait - or rather a school of fish throwing a banquet of celebrations. Amongst them a media tycoon, a handful of politicians, a wife, a scholar. And it is not a day too soon, Hannibal knows, taking in the feverish shine that burns away in his lover’s eyes, fading away the sanity day by day.

The plan is crude - they decide to gain entry by impersonating the catering personnel. They don’t have to kill them, once confronted the three men eagerly throw their aprons at Hannibal while Will is still pointing a gun at them “Fuck if I care what you do to the pigs! They don’t pay enough for this” the youngest one yells in heavily accented English from what he judged to be a safe distance.

They are in the kitchen, a beautiful, luxurious thing. They work side by side to prepare the eclectic dishes of treats, with a twist. Will’s eyes are calm, movements efficient, following each of Hannibal’s queues nearly telepathically. The slaying happens organically, and they continue labouring in tandem, this time Hannibal following Will’s queues. His design.

They take pictures and videos.

A few hours later, the police fighting with the press that has somehow arrived first.

There is a protest marching down Saint Elysee. With their denim jeans, windbreaker jackets, dark woollen hats, they merge in the flow of bodies seamlessly. They join hands and walk, stealing glances of each other often. Will tells him he could pass for an art teacher with his round glasses and checkered scarf, maybe a retired art theory lecturer. Hannibal let’s himself laugh at that, and the smile the laugh leaves in its wake stays with him. Will stares and suggests it is a good look on him.

They pass by an electronics mega store. News reports are flashing in the gigantic screens. They have hastily censored the goriest parts of the footage but they have let small details slip free, the odd lifeless arm or, and Hannibal feels a stab of mirth at that, the platter of tongues he fashioned after sashimi.

There is one image they keep playing over and over; letters, scarlet, bold, blocky, stark against the ivory wall. More and more heads turn, stare. They whisper. They try the words.

A few minutes later Hannibal’s smile widens and steers Will’s face to a sign that has popped up, a few rows down the crowd. His eyes widen ever so slightly, and he lets out a breathless chuckle.

“I told you it would be the most efficient” he tells Hannibal “but even so, I didn’t expect it to work so fast”.

Hannibal doesn’t ruin the moment by sharing his reservations, or repeating his opinions on the crudeness of the message. He doesn’t point out how much more work they have ahead of them, or the impossibility of their task. He breathes Will in and lets his lungs swell with pride. “Indeed, you are beyond anything I could ever imagine”, he exhales, words steeped in pure exaltation.

Will lets the words wash over him, eyes following the sign as the ebb and flow of the crowd moves it closer and further away. Two girls, early twenties, most likely students, try to make out the words “Eat ??” Will offers “It says ‘Eat the rich’. With a hashtag.” Hannibal sighs and adores and they keep on walking.

#Hannigram #hannibal #communism #tw slight gore #I DONT KNOW I REALLY DONT KNOW I AM SORRY #I AM VERY SORRY

[ninjadeathblade]

Moulin Rouge Discotrain AU (part six)

Summary: (Post-game canon) The Conductor and DJ Grooves agree to finally work on a movie together. They come up with 'Moulin Rouge', a musical drama filled with romance. Over time the two directors grow closer and discover that maybe they don't hate each other as much.

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Word count: 522

Warnings: None

Author's notes: This one is really short. But next part they get to go to the cinema. Pinguini is back this chapter because I realised I'd barely written anything for him. Enjoy!

"Hey, DJ Grooves, got a minute?" Grooves turned around, watching as Pinguini ran down the hall.

"Yeah, sure. What's up?" Grooves asked.

"I just wanted to say thanks. For, you know, getting me the role," Pinguini grinned as he stopped beside the director.

"Well, you're great."

"It's a pretty big break for me. My mum was really excited when I told her about it," Pinguini admitted. "I was happy enough when I got a job in props working for you but this is great!"

Grooves smiled fondly at the younger penguin.

He'd met Pinguini a few years ago when the penguin had been promoted to head of the props department.

Pinguini was so young compared to most of the Moon Penguins on his team, it made Grooves wonder as to why he'd committed to the job so early in life.

Then again, Grooves had also started his career early.

"Mum said she's gonna come visit this evening! She said she wanted to meet Owlice," Pinguini continued.

"Yeah? You two together or…?"

"Oh, no, we're just friends," Pinguini shrugged. "But mum says she sounds like a nice girl to work with."

Grooves nodded politely before checking the clock on the wall.

"Sorry, can we hit pause on this chat? I need to go talk to Conductor. It's one of our scheduled meeting times," Grooves requested.

Pinguini nodded, smiling as he looked up at the older penguin. "Sure sir. And hey, thanks again."

"No problem Pinguini," Grooves said, beginning to walk the short distance to Conductor's office.

He smirked at the sign taped to his co-director's door. It read:

If you're Grooves, at least knock. If you're anyone else then peck off.

He decided not to knock and just walk in.

"You can read, can't yer?" Conductor sighed.

He wasn't sitting at his desk, working on notes as per usual.

Instead he was standing, leaning slightly against the desk, as if he'd been waiting for Grooves.

"So, what's wrong then? You're not working on notes, that isn't like you," Grooves pointed out.

Conductor chuckled, pushing off the desk with one foot and walking over to him.

"You got me two cinema tickets," Conductor said, head tilted slightly upwards and towards Grooves.

"So you could take a family member or something," Grooves reasoned.

Conductor froze slightly, taking a shaky exhale. His mouth moved but no sound came out.

"Well, why would I do that when I've got my co-director right here?" Conductor eventually said, looking away.

Grooves gazed fondly at Conductor, chest warming slightly at the admission.

"Have you ever watched them before?" Grooves asked as the two of them left the office.

"Yeah. My parents had them on tape when I was little. So I watched those five on repeat a lot," Conductor explained. "And then I watched all the other ones once I was old enough. You?"

"I've never seen the earlier ones," Grooves replied and shrugged.

The Conductor stopped walking and turned to look at him.

"Well then, guess I have the privilege of being with you for yer first viewin'," Conductor said with a lopsided smile.

"Can we get popcorn?"

"Sure."

#a hat in time #ahit #discotrain #dj grooves #the conductor #ahit dj grooves #ahit oc #ahit au #ahit moulin rouge au #a hat in time moulin rouge au #discotrain moulin rouge au #ahit conductor

[ninjadeathblade]

Moulin Rouge Discotrain AU (part five)

Summary: (Post-game canon) The Conductor and DJ Grooves agree to finally work on a movie together. They come up with 'Moulin Rouge', a musical drama filled with romance. Over time the two directors grow closer and discover that maybe they don't hate each other as much.

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Word count: 1,070

Warnings: More Snatcher talking about being dead, Conductor remembering fighting Hat Kid, Conductor briefly uses a knife(?)

Author's notes: Not much Conductor and Grooves this chapter, sorry. But I do bring another enemy of Hat Kid to our cast of characters so that's something, right? Snatcher is back again to... do Snatcher-esque things.

"Who is it?" Conductor asked, looking up at the knock that came from his door.

"Harold Zidler. That is the name of the person you cast me as, right?"

"Come in Snatcher," he sighed, watching as the ghost opened the door.

Surprisingly, he didn't look the same as when they first met. He looked more humanoid, even if he was still purple with a couple yellow features. His regal looking attire made him seem even more out of place as he pushed long curls out the way of his face.

"I changed. Just like you said," Snatcher said, a slight grit to his words.

"You okay?"

"No, I don't really know how to look. I tried to look like how I did before I died and it's more than a bit unsettling," Snatcher admitted, fidgeting from one foot to another.

"Reminds me of my death which honestly isn't doing anything good for me. Lot of unresolved issues with that to be honest. No, I don't want to talk about it."

"I don't want you to."

"Great! Any suggestions?" Snatcher laughed nervously.

"The girl's bringing in a couple more possible actors today. You could make yourself look more like one of them?" Conductor suggested.

Snatcher nodded vigorously, eyes darting to look at posters on the walls of the office.

"Yeah, that could work, thanks," Snatcher replied.

The owl stood, walking over and placing a hand on the ghost's arm. "You seem pretty nervous lad. Wanna talk about it?"

"No, I already said I didn't want to talk about it," Snatcher growled, yanking his arm away.

"Alright. Do yer wanna go wait for the lass and her friends?" Conductor offered. Snatcher frowned, crossing his arms and looking away.

"Yes," he mumbled.

"Let's go do that then."

Conductor opened the door to his office, ushering the ghost out before leading the way to the reception.

Hat Kid jumped up and down and waved as the two of them entered, pointing at the large cat beside her.

The cat was probably the same height that Snatcher was at the moment, a scar crossing over the left of her yellow eyes. A mane of white hair swept behind her head, contrasting her face's dark grey fur. A red coat with a white fur collar was slung round her shoulder as her fur faded from grey to white, back to grey at her feet. Her two upper paws had rings on the fingers but were cuffed together.

"Finally, someone who looks like they have some sense of authority." The cat rolled her eyes, holding up cuffed paws. "Would you mind?"

Conductor drew a knife from his coat, slashing through the chain of the cuffs before putting it away.

"How long have you had that for?!" Snatcher exclaimed, looking with wide-eyed panic down at the bird.

Conductor shrugged.

"Generally or what? I've owned the knife for years."

"Are you okay?!"

"Probably not. But-" Conductor clapped his hands together, returning his attention to the cat. "You seem just the type for the role of the Duke! Yer hired! What's your name?"

"Empress," she replied. "Now, I just have a few questions."

"Of course. Fire away lass."

"Who are you, where am I, what movie are we making, and am I getting paid?"

"I'm the Conductor, I'm one of the directors. Yer in the Dead Bird Studio. The movie's called Moulin Rouge and yes, we can negotiate payment," Conductor responded.

Empress' tail flicked away from Hat Kid as the small person clapped.

"Do I have to work with her?" Empress spat the final word, glancing distastefully in the direction of the girl.

"You have history with her too?" Snatcher asked.

"Have history with her? I want her dead! The only reason I'm here is to get a reduced sentence! She's the reason I ended up in jail!" Empress raged.

"I get it, I really do. She wouldn't let me kill her once she became useless and then forced me to be her friend!" Snatcher added, nudging the small girl.

Hat Kid beamed up at him, giving him a thumbs up.

"God we really need to sign that contract that'll make you talk. It'll be the death of me- oh wait, it won't. Nessa did that and you screwed up breaking into her place!"

Hat Kid shrugged and giggled before walking over to a Moon Penguin.

"Can we get back on track?" Conductor sighed impatiently.

A flipper landed on his shoulder and the owl tensed, inhaling sharply.

"Who's this, darling?" Grooves asked, sunglasses tilted down on his beak slightly as he looked at Empress.

"We found our Duke," Conductor explained.

"Yeah, I still have no idea about what is going on, can I just have my money and a script?" Empress asked, ripping the cuffs off her wrists.

"Um, yes…Conductor, a moment please?" Grooves requested, dragging the owl aside a few feet. "Darling, is that a criminal?!"

"We can still hear you, you're not exactly being subtle," Snatcher pointed out.

"Besides, you hired me. I'm dead! How is a criminal much worse than that?"

Grooves sighed and walked himself and the Conductor to the other side of the reception.

"Darling, really, we should think this through," Grooves pleaded. Conductor looked away, crossing his arms.

"You heard her. She's doing it to get a reduced sentence. No criminal would compromise a reduced sentence. They'd have ta be mad to do that!" Conductor argued.

"Please darling. Can we just spend a while thinking about it?"

Conductor turned back to Grooves, staring into the penguin's star shaped glasses, just about making out the shadows of his eyes.

The dark lenses seemed to be breaking through his walls, staring at all his broken pieces.

The last time he'd felt afraid was fighting Hat Kid.

When he'd been terrified about what would become of his reputation, his life.

His family.

When he'd tried to steal a timepiece to correct what should've been his award.

Award 42.

Grooves' award.

A shiver ran down his spine again, that creeping feeling of fear. The ice cold realisation.

Thoughts of his family flitted across his mind.

His daughter, his grandchildren.

What might've happened to them?

He repressed the thoughts, burying them with other memories he didn't wish to think of again.

"Fine. We'll do it your way," Conductor conceded, looking away again.

"Cool. Shall we go review her actual acting strengths and weaknesses then?"

"I said fine didn't I?"

#ahit #a hat in time #hat kid #ahit snatcher #the snatcher #a hat in time snatcher #ahit hat kid #ahit au #ahit moulin rouge au #discotrain #a hat in time moulin rouge au #discotrain moulin rouge au #ahit empress #a hat in time empress #dj grooves #dj grooves ahit #ahit conductor #the conductor