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ninjadeathblade · 7 months

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Moulin Rouge Discotrain AU (part twelve)

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: 1,475

Warnings: None

Author's notes: This was actually one of the first chapters I wrote and we've finally reached it. Apparently this is my 1,000th post too??? This is one of my favourite chapters I've written so far to be honest. How these two haven't realised their feelings is honestly mad. Enjoy!

"Darling, I really must go, I'm meant to be at rehearsal," Grooves insisted, watching the Express Owl hurry around with fabric.

"Please sir, just a minute longer, I want to see how well this colour could work!" They called.

Grooves sighed, looking up at the clock on the wall.

He could already feel the harsh sting of the Conductor's anger at him arriving late.

"Sir! You've got to go! They're about to start!" Owlice said, out of breath as she burst into the changing room.

Grooves stood up, casting one look at the other panicked owl who was sorting through fabric, before putting his coat back on.

He'd gotten it back off the Conductor that day they both spent in the owl's office.

It had been nice, to not worry about acting for a while and just joke around together.

"Of course, sorry. I'll be back later," Grooves apologised before hurrying out the room, rushing towards where they'd constructed a makeshift set that resembled one of the rooms on the Owl Express.

"Where were you?" Snatcher asked as Grooves slipped into the booth next to the ghost's.

Hat Kid grinned and waved at him as he slid in beside her, before she resumed drumming her hands excitedly on the tabletop.

"One of the owls made me stay late for costume fitting," Grooves explained, picking up a glass of water from the table and downing it. "So, how's Pinguini doing? Is Conductor mad that I'm late?"

"Oh, he's mad alright. And Pinguini is sick. Apparently someone's standing in for the poor guy. D'you want me to make a contract with him so he doesn't get sick? All it'd cost would be his soul," Snatcher offered and Grooves stared incredulously at him.

"No! Heavens no darling! I've already told you, no contracts aside from the ones with Hat Kid!" Grooves protested, running a flipper through his hair as his nerves got to him. "Where is Conductor anyway?"

The lights dimmed and a spotlight went on as the trapeze began to lower.

Grooves and Snatcher stared up at the yellow bird sitting on it and Grooves couldn't quite believe his eyes.

"I think you just got your answer," Snatcher whispered.

Light glinted off of the sparkling headpiece Conductor wore, refracting around the room.

"The French are glad to die for love."

The recital of Satine's first line of dialogue was brilliant. Grooves' beak fell open, staring up at the Conductor.

"They delight in fighting duels. But I prefer a man who lives and gives expensive jewels."

The music Grooves had composed began playing over some speakers in the background but it barely registered in Grooves' mind.

Hardly anything did as the Conductor followed the choreography perfectly, step by step.

Snatcher disappeared at one point and then reappeared beside Conductor, the two of them performing their moves together as if they'd been practising together the whole time.

And all of a sudden, the Conductor came to stand in front of their booth.

"I believe you've been expecting me." Grooves blinked dumbly until Hat Kid nudged him.

"Um, yes," Grooves breathed, glad that his mind blank was what had been scripted as well.

Conductor smiled down at him, a rare occurrence for it to be when they weren't alone.

But it vanished almost as soon as it appeared when the Conductor turned back to everyone else on the set.

"Alright peck necks! That's the end of today's run! If you've got other jobs then do them! If not then get outta here! We don't want yer!" He snapped, taking off the headdress and motioning for Grooves to move over. "Where were you?! I could've used my co-director a while back!"

"Sorry, they were looking at different colours for my outfits," Grooves apologised, moving over while his brain still tried to catch up with what just happened.

"Nice moves Conductor," Snatcher commented as he walked past, gesturing for Hat Kid to follow him.

The little girl nodded, waving bye to the birds as she skipped after him.

Conductor picked up a couple glasses of water at the table, drinking one quickly before having the other slowly.

"Darling, when were you going to tell me you were such an amazing singer?" Grooves blurted.

The Conductor spluttered, hitting his chest a couple times before speaking.

"I wasn't gonna tell you," he admitted.

"Why ever not?"

"It's embarrassin'."

"It's talent. It's what we need in this film!" Grooves insisted, watching with slight amusement at the way his co-director's feathers poofed and ruffled at the compliment.

"It's nothin'," Conductor argued, finishing his glass of water.

"Where did you learn to sing like that?" Grooves persisted.

Conductor mumbled his reply, a ripple going through his feathers as he shivered.

"What was that darling?"

"I learnt ta sing when I went to a theatre club when I was younger," Conductor admitted.

"You used to go to a theatre club when you were little? Darling, that's adorable!" Grooves squealed and Conductor put his head in one clawed hand. "What made you stop?"

Conductor ran his hand over the feathers at the side of his face, mouth turning downwards.

"They did too many musicals. And they didn't like my accent, forced me to learn to sing without it. Some of the other birds said how I was funny lookin' for an owl too. I didn't like it," Conductor explained, tone more sour than it had been a moment ago.

"Well, I think you're fine." Grooves placed a flipper over Conductor's hand still on the table.

Conductor looked over at him and Grooves hesitated before continuing.

"And…I think we've found our Satine."

The owl rapidly withdrew his hand from the penguin's, jerking back as if he'd been hit.

Grooves frowned, not prepared for how negative the reaction was.

"No."

"Why not?"

"We need a director not acting when we're filming scenes so we can see how they work," Conductor stated half-heartedly.

"Darling. You always have a role in your movies. Why is this so different?" Grooves asked.

Conductor sighed, resting his head on the tabletop.

"Feels weird for this one. Dunno why. Maybe because I don't have full control. Maybe because I've not wanted to do romances in a while. Maybe because I'd have to play lovers with yer," he said before trailing off with a groan.

"Can you think about it at least? Oh Connie, no one could play her like you could," Grooves insisted.

The Conductor stood, drumming his talons on the tabletop a couple of times before replying.

"I'll think about it." The owl walked off.

"Are you together or something?"

Grooves jumped as he looked over at Empress, not even having noticed her in the booth that Snatcher had been in.

"Sorry, what?"

"You and the Conductor. Are you two together?" Empress questioned, resting her head near her joined hands as she leaned forwards.

"Well yes, we work together on the movie, I thought that was obvious-"

"No, you idiot. Are you two dating? Are you going out?" Empress cut in, tail flicking with annoyance behind her.

Grooves' beak opened and closed several times in a row, mind blanking.

"No, no- uh, no, we're not- pffft, why would you- how dare you- we're not- no!" Grooves stammered.

Empress raised an eyebrow sceptically.

"Seriously! Don't give me that look!" Grooves protested further.

"It's not any of my business as to your relationship with one another." She held up her paws defensively before lowering them back onto the table.

"But from an outside perspective, that's sure how it looks."

"It really isn't-"

"Just shut up a minute. I really don't care what's going on between you. I'm just letting you know what it looks like."

She dug her claws into the table, dragging them slowly back towards her.

Wood peeled away from the table, curling back in the trail she marked.

"If you two end up together, then just remember this little chat. Good luck making it through the movie where you play lovers without something happening."

She tore her claws out of the table, walking out of the room.

Owlice entered, skittering past the large cat as they crossed paths.

"Did I come at the wrong time? I wanted to get the headdress back," Owlice squeaked, pointing shyly at the discarded outfit piece.

"Go ahead," Grooves absentmindedly replied.

"Are you okay sir?"

"Not really darling."

"Oh. Should I get Mr. Conductor?" Owlice asked, eyes going wider than usual behind their wire-framed glasses.

Possible responses swam around in Grooves' mind.

"No," he said, still slightly uncertain. Owlice nodded nervously before offering him a smile.

"Your acting is great by the way, sir," she complimented.

"It's really funny, I had commented to Mr. Conductor how funny it would be if he ended up playing Satine."

Grooves looked up at her, scattered thoughts slowly drifting back to him.

"Yeah. Funny."

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togansweep · 2 years

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3, 7, and 11 😈 maximum chaos

3. shiv pulls you aside and asks if you think there’s “anything weird” going on between her husband and greg hirsch. what do you say?

of course I'd cover for tom, I'd defend him with my life HOWEVER I'm a bad liar as in I usually just start rambling without thinking. so what comes out of my mouth would be something like this:

"if by something weird you mean tom making greg kiss his feet ha ha. your husband really can be quite dominant if he wants to, maybe an idea for the next time you're doing.. you know? sexy stuff? my apologies if that crossed a line, and I don't mean to underestimate you of course, it's obvious that you're in the lead most of the time. but no, no I don't think there's anything going on between them. can you imagine? and who in their right mind would choose lanky cousin greg over you, that's crazy. you'd have to be a real madman for that. I mean, I heard about tom throwing water bottles at greg so he does kind of fit that description... but not mad enough to cheat on you with your cousin of all people, I promise you you have nothing to worry about. you saw a lovebite on his neck after he was working on something with greg, you say? oh uh, yeah he accidentally stabbed himself with a pencil, it's a long story. anyway, do your wanna get drinks later?"

7. shiv invites you to have a threesome with her and tom. it will be super hot, but you know tom will be super sad the whole time. do you do it?

that's not even a hard question, have you seen tom be sad?? that's him at his prettiest, with his glassy droopy eyes. why do you think tern haven tom is my favourite? I like to see him miserable. I want to drink his tears. and shiv is super sexy and could step on me and I'd thank her, so honestly this situation is the dream. and after the threesome I'd have the chance to wrap tom in blankets and make him tea while he cries to taylor swift, what else do you want from life.

11. greg invites you on a date to california pizza kitchen. however, you know that tom wambsgans will also be there in a really bad disguise. greg will never see him, but he will stare you down the whole time. do you still go?

I'm not really into greg in that way, BUT I'd accept the date anyway just so I could play matchmaker for him and tom.

we'll be sitting in california pizza kitchen, greg does his best to be romantic: "yeah I uhmm, I really like your eyes? they're like, the sea when it's storming. ahoy!"

he ordered chicken linguine for both of us, even though I don't like it that much but that doesn't matter because I won't be staying much longer.

"greg wait, hold that chicken. I think that's tom two tables away? oh yeah, he looks like a character from moulin rouge with that top hat but that's definitely him. hey tom! over here!"

at first tom pretends he doesn't hear us and takes a big sip from the (very much below his standards) white wine. but I don't give up that easily, so I walk to his table and take the hat of his head. "love this new look man, it suits you. what are you doing here? I thought you'd rather die than be found at a place like this. I'd almost think you're stalking us."

tom blushes, "no, it's not what you think! I uhm, I needed to try out their wine? vanity fair said it didn't completely taste like toilet water and I had to see for myself! to make fun of greg, which I do because I don't like him! not one bit. and well, uhm maybe it's good to see who greg goes on dates with? so I can warn his date to blow it off before it's too late haha, because who would ever want to date greg? certainly not me!"

greg stops chewing on his chicken and eyes tom confusingly. tom fumbles with the sweater he tied around his neck, and while he's distracted I spill tom's wine on my trousers and pretend he did it.

"oh fuck no, tom! I have a very important business meeting after this, I can't possibly show up with wet pants. I'm sorry greg, but I'll have to ditch the date."

greg is visibly disappointed, "oh yeah, sure, I uhm get that."

"here's an idea: tom, why don't you have my chicken linguine? and greg, order some wine for the two of you. on my costs. alright? oh and greg, tom was stalking you because he's jealous and too scared to ask you on a date himself. enjoy your evening!" I push tom into my chair and quickly make my exit. (the next day I see tom walking a bit limp, apparently they really enjoyed their evening.)

#this was so much fun #I'll answer the others later today #asks #tomgreg #tom wambsgans

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