the prompt: do you think you could write a yoongi x reader fic? Something with a situation/plot like Moulin Rouge?
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.
Dark didn’t know how it would have
happened. But it finally was happening. He was in Canada just minutes before.
The summer sun blowing away the hair of some gullible transvestite in the
Montreal theatre. That was the last person he had decided to use. But now, all
the work from the ten people he was carefully balancing on one finger was
useless. There was something much more important happening.
A baby was being born.
Normally Dark always stayed away
from these events. There was nothing good about them. Women were angry at men
for putting them in this situation, men were shy and embarrassed that doctors
would be getting to look at their wife’s private regions. Not too long ago,
mothers and children would die easily during childbirth. Dark had to admit that
science had come rather far in the area of keeping people alive. It almost made
things more difficult for him, but at the same time easier.
Dark had felt a pull in his gut
that morning. It was getting increasingly more noticeable as time went on.
Until the pull in his gut knocked him back wards till he found himself right at
the bedside of one Asian woman. Someone in the room, a nurse, was calling this
a miracle baby. Not because this was a virgin birth, no. But because from what
Dark gathered during the birth, the mother was on two different forms of
Dark would be so lucky as to get a
miracle human as his original.
The woman’s screams filled the air
as slowly but surely, the baby was born. Dark watched for the child with keen
interest. Who was this original that he would have to be in the head of for so
When Dark heard the cries of a
newborn, he felt himself slowly being pushed into the child’s mind. So this was
the little runt that would be influenced by Dark. Soon, he wouldn’t be able to
act independently for the longest time. Soon, there’d be a small human he could
Dark took a look at the pudgy baby,
covered in blood that the doctors were cutting the cord for. Small scrunched up
face. Small hands. Wet all over. The mistake baby. The miracle baby. When the
kid opened his eyes and looked at Dark, he’d be swallowed whole completely.
Already, he felt drawn to stay next to the boy. Dark waited a couple of hours.
Waited until the baby was alone in a plastic bin to go to his side. His parents
had named him Mark.
“He’s a strange little fella isn’t
he?” Dark heard a voice next to him. He looked to see an alternate that looked
almost exactly like him, if not for the more… eclectic taste in colors and pink
mustache under his nose. He spoke with an exaggerated annunciation. “Wilford
Warfstache, here. This kid’s my original.”
“Interesting,” Dark said. “It would
appear that he is also my original.” Wilford blinked at the news. Suddenly it
occurred to dark that there may be more about this child than he could see.
Perhaps having more than one alternate was a good thing. It gave dark a chance
to have an army of alternates.
Mark started to cry.
“Oh good GOD,” Wilford cried out.
“What do we do?” Dark looked at the fussy baby.
“Shh,” he soothed. “It’s okay,
Mark. We are here to help you. To make you into everything you will be.” Dark
had been waiting for this for a long time. And when Mark calmed down enough to
finally open his newborn eyes and looked right at Dark and at Wilford, the two
welcomed the entrance to the baby’s head.