Re: [Part 3] Of Whores and Lovers (Moulin Rouge!AU with Franada, USUK, GerIta) (4/?)
anonymous
June 24 2011, 20:24:22 UTC
There’s a dark love bite on Alfred’s collarbone.
Matthew holds back a sigh and goes, “Nothing.” He goes to his own bed and lies down, pretending he can’t hear Alfred’s coughs.
my gift is my song
Francis stumbles out of the room to the sound of very English cursing. His head aches, but all he can think is blue eyes-sweet smile-pleasant laugh. The English cursing cuts through the delightful thoughts.
Arthur is at the tiny table is what constitutes the kitchen, bent over sheets of paper. He’s drinking something that looks like mud. Maybe that’s the cause of the cursing.
“What are you doing, mon amiArthur does not look pleased at the title. “I have a play to be creating,” he says grandiosely, bitterly, with an angry grimace
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Re: [Part 3] Of Whores and Lovers (Moulin Rouge!AU with Franada, USUK, GerIta) (12/12)
anonymous
July 1 2011, 19:22:07 UTC
I love Moulin Rouge and I love this version of it. I adored the ending and how different it was but with still the same elements of it, like Alfred's collapse during the play. But how everyone found their own endings was wonderful. I throughly enjoyed this fill.
Re: [Part 3] Of Whores and Lovers (Moulin Rouge!AU with Franada, USUK, GerIta) (12/12)
anonymous
July 17 2011, 13:25:21 UTC
afdjdgdkghdhlfsf am watching moulin rouge for the first time as i read this and GOD AUTHOR ANON YOU SO DID NOT RAPE THE MOVIE, THIS WAS BRILLIANT, ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY BRILLIANT <3
so much love for you, author anon, and the ending made me go 'd'awww'. thank you so much for writing this, i loved every single bit :D
Matthew holds back a sigh and goes, “Nothing.” He goes to his own bed and lies down, pretending he can’t hear Alfred’s coughs.
my gift is my song
Francis stumbles out of the room to the sound of very English cursing. His head aches, but all he can think is blue eyes-sweet smile-pleasant laugh. The English cursing cuts through the delightful thoughts.
Arthur is at the tiny table is what constitutes the kitchen, bent over sheets of paper. He’s drinking something that looks like mud. Maybe that’s the cause of the cursing.
“What are you doing, mon amiArthur does not look pleased at the title. “I have a play to be creating,” he says grandiosely, bitterly, with an angry grimace ( ... )
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I was freaking out that it would not end well, I was SO SCARED. Thank you so much for the wonderful happy ending. Oh law. this was brilliant.
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so much love for you, author anon, and the ending made me go 'd'awww'. thank you so much for writing this, i loved every single bit :D
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