A brand new story Moulin Babylon- a crossover of one of the most tragic movies Moulin Rouge and one of the best TV shows ever Queer as Folk. I am assuming, because you are here, you like either one or both of these TV dramas so I commend you! If you don't like and/or you don't like certain themes like gay male/male etc.... why are you here? Don't like, don't read! Anyway, hope you enjoy but this story may take me a while because it's a long movie!
Disclaimer: I do not own Queer as Folk or Moulin Rouge. This story is purely fan-based and I am making no profit from it. No copyright infringement intended
A tall man sat in a small bare apartment, looking out his window to the Parisian scene below. Night was setting in and the streets were slowly lighting up, ready for the night-life to come. Daytime Paris was becoming the underworld he had come to know and love. However, he had no desire to join them.
He rolled a joint and sat smoking, lost in his own thoughts. If one looked closely, you could see he was unshaven and unkempt, his cheeks damp crusted with salt and his eyes red from crying. He began to sing quietly to himself.
Forever young
I want to be forever young
These words at first brought a smile and then more tears began to flow. A knock on the door. "Who is it?" he croaked.
"Bri, it's me, Mikey. Let me in."
"No, go away."
"Brian, it's been a week-"
"GO AWAY!" he yelled.
He heard his best friends footsteps die away, leaving him alone to brood and remember past days, months. "Oh Justin," he whispered, as he fell back on the small single bed and looked up at the darkening ceiling, "why did you leave me? Why did you have to go?"
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