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ninjadeathblade · 5 months

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Moulin Rouge Discotrain AU (part thirty two)

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: 1,100

Warnings: None

Author's notes: Just a little insight into Empress.

Empress sipped at the mug of coffee she'd made herself, not feeling entirely at ease.

Sure, she was probably friends with Grooves and Conductor now.

But there was residual tension from her past with the owl that wouldn't go away easily.

“At least no one's awake yet,” she said quietly to herself.

She took one look back around the apartment before opening the front door of it.

Empress walked up the flights of stairs that led to the roof, eventually opening up the door.

Dark grey clouds cluttered the sky, still dark in the winter morning.

She sighed, sitting down at the edge of the roof.

She had loved Scarlett. She'd been happy for her when she had gotten engaged to Conductor.

But she'd never gotten along with the yellow-feathered bird himself.

Emily stared distastefully down at the small owl.

Certainly didn't look like any owl she knew.

What was this scrap of yellow feathers even playing at?

He didn't even know what Cinderella was? Please.

You'd have to be living under a rock to not have heard of it.

“If he drags the group down, I'm blaming you,” Emily said coldly to Scarlett.

“Hey, he's not horrid,” Emily stated, watching as Conductor and Scarlett practised some of the lines for Cinderella.

“Yeah, he seems good,” Badge agreed, peeking out from behind the hood of their red hoodie.

“Shame he's a scrawny runt.”

“Like you can talk, beanpole,” Badge countered and Emily batted them round the back of their head.

“You wouldn't be here if it weren't for me. Be polite,” she grumbled.

“You've got to admit, he's a prodigy. Taken well to it,” Badge pointed out.

Emily narrowed her eyes at the yellow feathered bird who was getting along far too well with her best friend.

She didn't like it. She liked her friendship with Scarlett and Badge. She liked their trio.

They didn't need a fourth.

“You know, yer not all that bad. You act scary but you aren't, not really.”

Emily quickly glared at Conductor before she stitched another piece of Scarlett's dress.

“I don't think so at least-”

“Shut up!” Emily growled. “You're lucky you're playing Phantom or I'd have your head by now.”

“You would nae dare,” Conductor taunted.

Emily closed her eyes, rage burning hot behind them.

She just about managed to keep her claws from sinking into the expensive fabric in her paws. It had cost her lots of jobs to buy the silk she was using for it.

“Try me,” Emily hissed, standing up and placing the dress aside.

“No. I don't need to act tough to feel good about myself.”

That felt like a stab.

Emily scowled, hoping she wouldn't start crying.

“I'm leaving.”

“I'm happy for you,” Empress purred, glad to hear her friend was settling down.

Scarlett smiled at her. “Could you help plan it?”

The cat's eyes widened and her tail flicked nervously under the table they were sat at.

“No. No, I couldn't. You know the man you're marrying hates me, right?” Empress reminded. “Besides, I'm a criminal. Do you really want me planning your wedding?”

Scarlett rested a wing over Empress' paw. “Yeah, I do.”

Empress looked away from the owl's soft gaze.

“You've always been doing… less than legal things. But that never affected our friendship, did it?” Scarlett said softly. “And I won't tell Con if you don't want me to.”

Empress looked back over at Scarlett, turning her head more.

It was hard, getting used to missing some of her sight.

“Fine. You should wear the dress I made you for Phantom. It's beautiful. Let me know ideas at our lunch date next week,” Empress instructed.

Scarlett nodded before narrowing her eyes in concern. “How's your eye? Does it still hurt?”

“It's fine,” Empress lied, words coming out in a rush.

Scarlett frowned, clearly able to tell it was a lie. But she didn't press. It was a nice thing about their friendship.

“Next week?”

“Next week.”

“Thought you'd be up here.”

Empress turned around, looking at Snatcher.

The ghost's hair was a tangled mess behind him and he rubbed his eyes.

He had shifted his form so it looked like he was wearing pyjamas under his hoodie.

Empress caught a glimpse of the blue scars that traced up his arm.

Snatcher seemed to notice her prying gaze, pulling the hoodie tighter around him.

“What're you doing up so early?” Snatcher questioned, tone chipper.

“I needed to gather my thoughts,” she sighed, turning back to face outwards towards the city.

Snatcher strolled up on her left, stopping beside her and staring out at the horizon.

The sun was just peeking over the horizon, clouds glowing orange as the first rays hit them.

“Can you move to my other side?” Empress requested quietly.

Snatcher obliged and Empress let out a short breath of relief.

It felt better to be able to see him.

“What's bothering you?”

“I don't want to talk about it.”

“Fair.”

Silence stretched and they both sat down, Snatcher curling into her side as they watched the sun rise.

“Can I stay at yours for a little longer? I want to keep filming and stuff. But I don't want to go home yet,” Snatcher said.

Empress' tail swept around his waist. “Yeah, sure.”

“I don't want to go back because there's no one there,” Snatcher whispered. “I helped them all pass on. It's why I've got so much of the curse now. I'm so scared of what it means for me. But I want to try and spend what time I might have left with the people I love.”

“Try not to be afraid,” Empress replied quietly. “And you're always welcome in the metro.”

“Thanks.” Snatcher weaved an arm around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder.

“I want to go home. I know we're going to have to re-film all your scenes but I want the movie to be done already,” Empress admitted, squinting as the sun got just a bit brighter.

“Well, how about I bug those two idiots about letting us film our scenes? Then you can just relax while I redo the rest of mine,” Snatcher offered.

Empress glanced over at him.

From this angle, he almost seemed the same as before.

The dappled hues of sun highlighted the angles of his face. You could barely see the scarring and discolouration his body now carried.

She knew he wouldn't talk about what happened any time soon.

But that was fine.

She had learnt that patience paid off.

"That would be nice.”

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