#phantom AU where erik wears this

[stabbystiletto]

"They're all gonna laugh at you!!! 😫😫😫"

Okay so please consider a modern highschool au wherein it is senior prom. The theme this year is "A Night at the Masquerade," and Christine Daaé, feeling remorseful over a particular bullying incident, has asked the weird kid in class to prom.

But Carlotta, spiteful over being banned from prom after walking out on detention over said bullying incident, enlists the help of Firmin to set up a nasty little surprise over the stage 😏😏😏😈😈😈🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸

#phantom of the opera #poto #erik #eris #genderbend #rule 63 #red death #mashup/au whatever you wanna call it thingy lol #poto/carrie #okay but they are the same character and i won't hear otherwise lololol 😆😆😆 #also do you see the problem with the dress? specifically the color lol 😅 #red blood won't really show up on a red dress lololol 🤣🤣🤣 #carrie au where she wears a red dress to prom and after the bucket falls she's like 😱😱😱 but then everyone is just like ❓️❓️❓️so #she carries on like nothing happened lololol 🤣🤣🤣 is that what they call 'fix-it fic' lololol 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 #anyways i think she looks really beautiful here ☺️☺️☺️🥰🥰🥰 #i dont know i must be doing something wrong the Phantom isn't supposed to be pretty lololol 😅😅😅😬😬😬 #stabbyscribbles

[elfwoodfae]

A little Erik AU I have been working on is a modern day au with a little sketch too.

Modern AU for Erik

Erik lives in an old bar/performance theater that after years of unused got transformed into a bar for the locals. Erik cares for the bar, mantience it and works in it, it was inherited to him by the old woman who took him in as a child from the streets. The music that plays in it is mostly rock/ punk.

Erik has a scar on the right side of his face that has been known to the locals for a while, and even as he wears a mask most of the time to cover it up, earning him the name of phantom, there’s always those frat boys that get lost in the area messing with him. Erik has several tattooed on himself, his neck is the most notorious one, where he has two butterflies on the side of his neck, one on each side. His eyebrow is pierced on the visible side of his face and his tongue is also pierced. He keeps his hair relatively short and his face shaved. Erik dresses mostly in red and black. He is 35 years old, and his personality often starts more fights in that bar than he cares to admit. He is very dramatic, self-conscious and a loner, hates having anyone stare at him or the mask for too long, it triggers bad memories for him.

He sings some nights at the bar, he has a small metal band called Ghosted, he is the ,Ian singer and his voice is often compared to angel’s. Drawing constant people to the bar, many who will try to get close to him but he doesn’t allow them, specially not after what happened with an ex girlfriend he had, who got close enough to him but fled after he showed her his face, almost ten years since that and he refuses to let anyone so much as to learn his name.

#erik destler #erik destler x reader #the phantom of the opera erik x reader #the phantom of the opera fanfic #the phantom of the opera x reader #erik poto #modern day phantom of the opera #erik destler modern au

[yukidragon]

The Phantom of Sunny Day Jack Headcanons Teaser

Good news, everybody! I've been given the green light to share some of my headcanons about the world of the Phantom of Sunny Day Jack! It's just a little taste of the worldbuilding for now, but soon I'll be allowed to cut loose completely and ramble to my hearts content about the world, the project, and future plans.

Believe you me, I have thoughts about this AU.

First of all, as I’ve said previously, this AU isn’t just a retelling of Phantom of the Opera with a Something’s Wrong with Sunny Day Jack reskin. Jack isn’t Erik from the musical, book, or whatever. He’s in a similar role, being the phantom of the opera house who wears a mask, but he’s still Jack. Considering the character of the phantom changes quite a bit depending on the telling of the story, I should hope that this won’t be too surprising. ;3

The MC takes the role that Christine Daae typically fills in a Phantom of the Opera story, but they are definitely not Christine. Their name, appearance, backstory, etc. are far more malleable, but they are 25+ years of age like the love interests, similar to the original SDJ game.

MC is a singer at the opera house and made some friends there, including the friendly director, who quickly became their best friend and a great support. Even the diva who is the shining star of the opera house is looking their way, though their relationship is more of a friendly rivalry since he’s seen MC’s potential to outshine him. MC has a childhood sweetheart that they lost touch with for what were less than ideal reasons, who has suddenly come back into their life wanting to mend their relationship.

Then, of course, there is the mysterious phantom of the opera who has never revealed his face to anyone… except a very special person who brightens up the dark and lonely life that he’s forced to live in the shadows by being his ray of sunshine. He sees the beauty in MC and their voice, and wants to help them to shine brighter than anyone else. He’s surprisingly sweet, kind, and supportive, which is a total opposite to all the dark rumors swirling around him. Surely they must be exaggerations, right?

While this is taking place in the late 19th century, this is an alternate universe, so things are a little different during this period than in our world. For one thing, the fashions and colors of this world's 19th century France are amazing. Just look at these gorgeous outfits!

Wait until you can see these without the shadows obscuring them. These sprites are just so, so pretty. EC and everyone else working on the art for this project has really created a world full of style~ ✨

Clearly, this world’s textile technology is pretty advanced, even if they’re still lagging in other areas. Also their cuisine is far more advanced as well since, let's face it, if we’re going to make an indulgent and stylish AU, why not throw in some comfort foods like pizza and hot cocoa with whipped cream as well?

An area where this world is far more progressive than our modern day world is with LGBT+ acceptance and rights. No one bats an eye at what pronouns you use, being trans or cis is just what you are, loving someone of any gender identity is just plain love, and it's not strange if you simply don’t have romantic or sexual desires, or just less of it than most.

Overall, this AU is meant to be an indulgent and comforting gothic romance, while also offering elements of intrigue, drama, and horror for spice. Sure, there are bad ends, but sometimes it’s fun to explore those sorts of darker narratives too along with softer happy endings full of love.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #The Phantom of Sunny Day Jack #Headcanon Ramblings

[fdelopera]

Welcome to the 24th installment of 15 Weeks of Phantom, where I post all 68 sections of Le Fantôme de l’Opéra, as they were first printed in Le Gaulois newspaper 114 yeas ago.

In today’s installment, we have Part II of Chapter 10, “Au bal masqué” (“At the Masked Ball”).

This section was first printed on Saturday, 30 October, 1909.

For anyone following along in David Coward’s translation (the link is to the Kindle edition on Amazon US), the text starts in Chapter 10 at, “It needed no more to rekindle his hopes,” and goes to, “The black domino kept turning round and twice appeared to see something very frightening, for she began to walk even faster, obliging Raoul to follow suit, as if someone was after them."

There are some differences between the standard 1st Edition text and the Gaulois text. In this section, these include (highlighted in red above):

1) In the Gaulois text, Leroux gave greater specificity to the room where Christine told Raoul to meet her (bolded below):

Translation:

... he at last entered the small room that Christine's note had specified, in which an entire section was formed from the monumental fireplace of the Grand Foyer.*

* NOTE: see photos of this room below.

2) The following lines were included in the Gaulois text:

Translation:

But within the holes of the mask, he had seen her eyes, those limpid eyes. And he could not mistake those eyes...

3) Minor differences in punctuation and capitalization.

PLEASE NOTE:

I) Christine was not just wearing a black domino mask. Like Raoul, she also wore a piece of fabric that hung down from the bottom of the mask and covered her nose and mouth. This was a common style of mask in the day. Leroux wrote that she brought her finger "jusqu'à la hauteur de ses lèvres": "up to the level of her lips"; however, he did not say that she brought her finger up to her lips themselves (since her lips were covered). This piece of fabric hanging down from the mask was called a "barbe," or "beard." This is why Raoul was so shocked later in the chapter when Christine took off her mask and he could see her pallid face; if she had been wearing a simple domino mask without a "barbe," he would have been able to see her pale lips and cheeks beforehand. The Gaulois text makes this more clear, since Leroux indicated that Raoul was able to recognize her by her eyes, which is the only part of her face that he was able to see.

II) Christine’s mask mirrored Erik’s mask, which was also a black half mask with a “barbe,” or piece of cloth, hanging down to cover his nose and mouth — similar to this historical mask from a museum collection in Helsinki.

III) There is a mistranslation in Coward's text in this section. Coward wrote:

It was a man dressed entirely in scarlet, with a huge plumed hat perched over a death’s head mask. And a very fine simulation of a human skull it was too!

However, Leroux wrote:

Ce personnage était vêtu tout d’écarlate avec un immense chapeau à plumes sur une tête de mort. Ah ! la belle imitation de tête de mort que c’était là !

This translates as:

This figure was dressed entirely in scarlet with an immense plumed hat atop a death’s head. And what a fine imitation of a death’s head it was!

Leroux said nothing about this figure wearing a mask; he just says that he had a death’s head. And his description of the death’s head being an “imitation” I believe is Leroux being ironic, so that we will laugh at the art students who gather around Erik and compliment him on his fine “mask” and costume.

IV) It should be noted that we have a bit of a role reversal going on here between Erik and Christine. Erik arrives to the masked ball wearing his bare face as a mask, and Christine arrives wearing a black mask with a "barbe," which is very similar to the one that Erik wore when he was around her. This is part of the theme of the "Inverted World," traditionally associated with Mardi Gras and Carnevale, that Leroux was playing with in this chapter.

V) These are photos of the great fireplace in the Grand Foyer of the Palais Garnier, and the little room behind it (from when I visited in 2015), which is where Christine told Raoul to meet her. (See #1 above.)

Click here to see the entire edition of Le Gaulois from 30 October, 1909. This link brings you to page 3 of the newspaper — Le Fantôme is at the bottom of the page in the feuilleton section. Click on the arrow buttons at the bottom of the screen to turn the pages of the newspaper, and click on the Zoom button at the bottom left to magnify the text.

#phantom of the opera #gaston leroux #le fantôme de l’opéra #le gaulois #palais garnier #phantom translation #15 weeks of phantom

[kotaka-kun]

Christine idly checked the time on her watch, wondering where Erik was, when she felt the spark of a miracle -- a demonic one -- outside the cafe doors. Smiling to herself, she pointedly did not look over, even as every other customer in the establishment turned to gawk at the man walking up to her table, dark and imposing and wearing the most peculiar mask.

POTO Fluff Week day 5: Crossover AU

Good Omens AU - angel!Christine and demon!Erik meet up for coffee

#poto fluff week 2024 #e/c #poto #phantom of the opera #good omens #gomens #sakubun

[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

since apparently there is a darklina Secret History AU in the world i had a fun ask idea. what would the general premise before these various darklina aus: - vampire story, - Heathers (1988), - POTO adaptation, - The Devil Wears Prada (2006), - Star Wars. Almost said Victorian era but i think it IS the Victorian era lol

AGDJFHDGGFF see the trouble is, most of these don’t need much adjusting!

Vampire AU

This would be really funny bc the Darkling is basically a vampire anyway. And him as like a centuries old melodramatic bitch and Alina as the disgruntled fledgling from the modern era with no sense of glamor whatsoever trying to figure out how to get rid of the fang lisp and being most bummed out bc she can’t buy a fucking mcmuffin in the morning anymore would be so funny.

As for the actual premise, I could see like really leaning into the age old reincarnated wife trope, but maybe going in the OG Dark Shadows take on it, where it’s more about trying to *make her* into the old GF and kind of brainwash her into it. But she actually turns into a vampire very early on and you get the above incompatibilities in full force.

(That being said. A typical Dracula AU of the TGT gang would also be VERY FUN)

Heathers

OH MY GOD I mean frankly I don’t think this needs any changing whatsoever, the Darkling is simply JD. Alina as Veronica is a mildly harder fit but she has that same kind of sarcastic grit. I feel like the biggest hurdle is getting his characterization to a point where he’d want to suicide bomb the whole school— I do not think he’s at all typically prone to self destruction over having the chance to at all control anything. But if LB managed to make Dark Academia Darklina *cute* and actually compatible then I think Heathers!Darkling can be a messier more destructive flavor.

If we’re going way off script though. I think Darklina as the very very fucked up teacher/student serial killer duo could be INTERESTING.

Phantom of the Opera

Not going to lie, the funniest part of this is making the Darkling ugly because he’s SO vain. I think if his face ever got fucked up he’d be so wretched about it. I would like to see it!!

I think it’s actually really simple to just swap out his grand plans with the obsession over music. And there’s a fairly 1:1 similarity there of Erik’s belief that he is owed Christine’s love because he’s suffered so much in his life and the Darkling thinking Alina is like the cosmic answer to his loneliness and his rightful soulmate whether she wants to be or not goddammit! And of course there’s the mentor/protégée aspect and inherent manipulation. I think the end result of such an AU would probably just be Kay!Phantom if Christine was an angry wet cat.

Anyway literally like 75% of the reason I like TGT as a fandom source material is because it allows me to play dolls with characters that can be slotted into a POTO meets Elisabeth das Musical type dynamic with a) actual magic, b) no real history to feel weird about c) a phantom type character that is not ugly agshdf I’m shallow okay

Devil Wears Prada

I’m kind of going insane over the thought of the Darkling in the fashion world. He would kill at it tbh. I think pretty much everything would be the same as the movie except we just have Alina and him as Andy and Miranda Priestly analogues, and they shack up together lmfao. 10/10 no notes, I don’t think anything else needs changing.

Star Wars

So on principal I refuse to Star Wars AU anything but also I mean wouldn’t that basically be if Palpatine and Padme were fucking? People want to make Darklina and Reylo comparisons all the time but come on he’s 100% a Palpatine

#for context I’m reading ninth house and you can’t convince me darlingstern isn’t just darklina in a different font #idek how to tag this #darklina #alarkling #grishaverse #all the bendy punctuations #i ramble sometimes #AU corner #AU hour #whichever is my AU tag lol

[pandoraspocksao3]

Reylo Crossover Fic Recs

The theme of International Fanworks Day in 2023 is When Fandoms Collide, and as an avid reader/sometimes writer in the Reylo Fam, I can say that the Reylo Fandom does crossovers really well! I have so many favorites, I can’t list them all, but please reblog and feel free to add your own Reylo crossover favorites! I’d like to discover new ones!  

Pheylo - a crossover between Phantom of the Opera fandom and Reylo (Kylo Ren and Rey of the Star Wars Sequel Trilogy).  This is a natural fit, and I wrote one of my own and have read many others, which I will list here:

The Phantom of Dagobah by Pandora Spocks

One year has passed since The Force Awakens. Rey is training with Luke when she is lured away and kidnapped by an obsessed Kylo Ren and taken to his secret lair in a cave on Dagobah, where he plans to seduce her by physical and psychological means to the Dark Side.

Kylo is written in a similar fashion as Erik in Phantom of the Opera. Genre is a Gothic romance/suspense. Edgy, emotionally volatile, slightly unhinged Kylo for the first half. (Rey will be fine.)

“Destiny has chained you to me forever!” ~ Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

Paper Faces on Parade by Dragon Whiskers

Phantom of the Opera setting stolen for a Force Awakens historical AU of some weirdness & crack, with some plot for fun and lots of pretty costumes as we get ready for one helluva masquerade!

I am the Mask You Wear by LRRH17

He turns his head, lets the cool metal of his mask brush her temple. “I am your darkness, Rey, and you are my light. Together, we will end the galaxy’s futile struggle to pick one side.”

This close to one another, Kylo can feel the shortness of Rey’s breath when she says, “I’m not a Jedi.”

“And I am not a Sith. That is why we will succeed.”

#International Fanworks Day 2023 #International Fanworks #Reylo #Reylo fanfic #Reylo fanfiction #Reylo crossover

[sweetmaple]

FANDOM ASK GAME, LET'S GO: this is a stick-up, gimme all your phantom of the opera answers 🔫

huehuehuehue here we go

blorbo: Erik. He's so... I don't even know. He's dramatic and horrifying and pathetic and traumatized and he can bewitch people with his voice and he's the most awkward creature to walk the face of the earth and he's killed so many people for no reason at all and he wears dramatic hats and wears a CAPE all the time. I hate him. I love him. Why is he the way he is. scrunkly: Meg?? I think? I love her best when she's mischievous. She does that very well imo scrimblo bimblo: I wouldn't say Raoul is underrated in the minds of the general populace, but in my mind he was Stupid Blonde Bitch for a while until I started reading more analysis of his character here on Tumblr dot Com, and tbh? He's alright. glup shitto: the entire ensemble serving absolute pussy with their fits and their voices during Masquerade poor little meow meow: This is Erik again. What is he, if not for a poor little meow meow? horse plinko: Firmin and Moncharmin. I'd be their new Opera Ghost. eeby deeby: As much as I love to see positive character development and read AUs where traumatized blorbos get to heal and recover surrounded by loved ones, I also love to see characters in crippling pain. I'd send Erik to superhell. He's already there. He can take it.

#i'm so sorry this took me forever #i genuinely just forgot about it for a while haha but thank u for sending!! #now we hav new game #fandom ask game #valeffelees

[deceitful-darlings]

i know you’re tired of the evil au but could i interest you in another au?

so basically how about the phantom of the opera au? after thinking for it a bit i think the best characters for this au would be Idia and (honestly any first year would be fine for this but just for this i’ll use Deuce). the reason i chose Idia (when i think Vil or maybe even Azul would work well with this) is because of Idia’s insecurity issues and how Erik also has insecurity issues (especially because of his deformities and that being the reason why he wears the mask; but with insecurity issues being mostly the reason why i chose idia i feel like any other twst character would work well because of that reason but we’ll go with Idia for now)

With Deuce visiting his parents (and his parents being patrons of the opera house they of course go to a show) where they see reader singing so beautifully, reigniting Deuce’s childhood crush for her, he goes to visit her in her dressing room but hears her talking to another male voice. of course she denies having any other male in her room but Deuce knows what he heard. meanwhile Idia makes demands to the manager (Crowley) of the opera house to have reader sing the lead role and have the 5th balcony seating empty for the phantoms use but Crowley ignores the demands thinking it only to be a prank resulting in the original main singer croaking and the chandelier dropping onto the audience, killing a spectator. Reader is abducted from her dressing room and “the phantom” reveals himself as Idia.

(i do not know how to continue this sadly. but i’d love your input with this)

Ok, but I love this idea?

Now, for the original premise of The Phantom of the Opera, where Eric was born with his deformities (please help me find a better word, I really don’t like using deformities to describe conditions people are born with, but it was 2am and I can’t think), Idia certain fits the bill better, his otaku personality focused on the opera, the characters, having memorised the scripts of by heart, obsessing over actors and playwrights alike, his life consumed by these performances to distract from his own loneliness. Despite being the older son, due to his deformities, his younger brother is the one who takes over the family business, Ortho is one of the few people who treats him likes he’s human, and he’s determined to make it so his big brother can live as happy a life as he can give him, starting with the mask that covers his face.

Not taking over the company gives him all the time in the world to focus on the opera, but unlike Eric he isn’t skilled at singing, he cares far more about being able to listen to the singing of the amazing actors, basically setting up his living quarters in the tunnels and aqueduct that run under the opera house to spend as much time getting to know their schedules and their most intimate thoughts, he invests every waking moment to them. So of course he knows the comings and goings of said actors.

He’d heard about the arrival of new talents months prior, the management had been discussing needing some more background performers for their newer works being showed. So when some new faces pop up around the theatre he isn’t surprised, some of them are ok, some are arrogant, but there isn’t anyone as grateful as you seem to be. There wasn’t anything amazing about you in comparison to the other actors, but there was just something about the awestruck expression that graced your features, the look of absolute wonderment as you walked the halls of the theatre that broke into a lovely smile when you reached your dressing room that just made him stop. Were you as loving of the opera as he was? Were you one of the ones performing out of love rather than to become famous and make money?

You quickly become his favourite, he’s your biggest fan, even when you start and your rolls are only background parts and supporting vocals. He expresses his love to the theatre as he also does, using gifts obtained from the family business from his brother, the theatre don’t ask questions, taking the technology he provides to improve their upcoming shows. These advancements soon make it so the theatre becomes one of the most modern of the era, and all he demands in return is that your role becomes larger. So that’s how you end up playing the main character in the upcoming show, and of course Idia is there to watch, but unbeknownst to him, there’s someone familiar in the crowd.

Now, I made Deuce the prince in the swan lake au, so I’d probably swap him out in that for another character because Deuce fits the crushing childhood friend roll better than, say, Silver, but whoever ends up as your friend, he either bought or won the ticket to the show, and upon seeing you on stage they remember your shared childhood , extremely proud that you’ve managed to achieve your dreams. He goes to congratulate you after the show only to hear you talking with someone.

Whereas for the few versions where he was written as being the victim of an acid attack, I think Vil suits it more. A rising star of the opera scene who was attacked because of envy, hatred, or revenge since these stories love their family feuds, as someone who was so obsessed with perfection he can’t help but hate his face now and no longer performs. But thanks to his father’s influence, he can at least still be around the stage secretly, since he had worked there he knows the theatre, it’s secret tunnels and hidden areas like the back of his hand so he can navigate the place unseen.

He takes a new promising performer under his wing, she’s a diamond in the rough, her voice good but not reaching its full potential. It would be a travesty not to nurture it, and she listens to him, only scared for a moment when she hears his voice through the dressing room wall until she hears his comments on her performance, spoken like an expert she’s soon enraptured, taking in his words carefully and he soon becomes her teacher. She surpasses her peers quickly with his strict training, her Angel of Music guiding her firmly, never missing a performance of hers and she only ever shows him her best, it would be an insult to her teacher not to. He will accept nothing but perfection from her, and there is a level of smugness he gets from watching her that makes all the work he does secretly behind the scenes to improve the show as a whole not seem as bad.

But of course neither is happy with the arrival of Deuce Spade, the love rival that appears at the end of the first act only to be show to have long lasting connections with the female lead that the male lead will never understand, or the country bumpkin trying to make the flower he had nurtured so carefully into its first blossom wilt once more. They can’t allow it, you belong to the theatre, you belong to them.

#yandere #yandere male #twisted wonderland #twst #yandere twisted wonderland #phantom of the opera au #PotO au #yandere vil schoenheit #yandere idia shroud #phantom of the opera #idia shroud #yandere idia #deuce spade #vil schoenheit #yandere vil #anon asks #anon ideas

[snellyfish]

@rubberygone​ I am so sorry I am just now seeing this ask, so to make up for it here’s a bunch of doodles I tried to get out just for you fhdkjfds. (also definitely not the perfect excuse to draw this AU again because I just watched the ‘24 film and hooo boy am I thinking about these heteros once again) THANK YOU SM FOR THE ASK AND THE INTEREST IT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME

For like all my Shinnaga stuff I tend to see his sister as The Big Bad Villain and I think when I watched Phantom of the Opera this absolutely solidified what type of villain I like to utilize her as the most--one whom Kiyo was genuinely in love with and wishes only to drag him away from Angie [dabs]. Not to say Yandere Miyadera but I am saying Yandere Miyadera

Super long embarrassing ramble about this AU under the cut :]

You asked about the roles so here we goooo. I know characters and roles differ from each movie and I haven’t read into the book enough to know what’s “canon” for everyone in the original story but here’s what I’m throwing out so far LOL. Mainly based off the 2004 Film.

Korekiyo: Christine Daaé Little self explanatory, I know there’s not much in the way of them being Similar other than the huge blinding light of “I am being used and abused by my significant other; whom everyone, including me at some point, assumed and fully accepted was a ghost haunting me and killing everyone around me so they can have me all to themself.” Kiyo is a lot more timid and paranoid in this AU as well, he’s quite fragile because I tend to think of Miyadera as his only support system and here it’s Especially Wack/Damaged in a Whole New Way, especially with his over looming fear that she’s going to murder Angie.

Miyadera: The Phantom / Erik Curse you, lyrics, if you didn’t write yourself the way you did I probably wouldn’t have realized how perfect this AU is. For what I headcanon Miyadera being it’s just Very Fitting, they’re both using Kiyo/Christine for their own gains while simultaneously falling madly unhealthily in love with them. I prefer the ending where The Phantom learns to let go and lives in the shadows once more, rather than the ending of him being heckign Murdered by the whole town, but for this AU I’m honestly not sure what I lean to more because I can’t see her just letting Kiyo go LOL. 

Angie: Raoul AUAUAUAUAUAUUU HERE IT COMES HERE’S THE SHIP [POINTS LOUDLY] they’re SO in love. I’ll say what we’re all thinking--the only way to make Raoul an even better character is to make him a short, bubbly, manic, crossdressing woman of color, am I right or am I right-- For almost all my Shinnaga stuff, again, I think of Kiyo as initially being very standoffish and purposely trying to push Angie away out of fear of what Miyadera would do if they became a thing ((though he obviously wants them to become a thing ((angie help)))), and with Christine(Kiyo) being so upfront like “You mustn’t see me ever again” I like to imagine Angie’s reaction to that in this AU is like “Hmmmm, no thank you, Angie will come back tomorrow for kiss nyahaha :3″. Just the idea of her running around, riding on horses, digging through the sewers of a long forgotten medieval torture chamber; all with a wide-ass smile on her face because she’s like “SAVE BF SAVE BF SAVE BF” is very quaint.

Miu?: Carlotta Her personality in the ‘04 one is so Miu-core and she’s kind of a bonch either way so it works LOL. Miu just wants to be a star so bad 😔

Tsumugi: Madame Giry I mostly big-brained this idea because of witnessing her being like a weird mother figure as she rescued the orphaned Phantom, I like the idea of Tsumugi laying low and just watching the chaos unfold as she’s like “hehe,,,the only reason Miyadera is alive and wrecking everything is because I saved her life,,,this is just plain perfect!!” Yet still helping Angie find Kiyo+Miya’s whereabouts underground just to help progress the fun little story that she’s just so happy to be a part of.

Tenko? Himiko? no one??: Meg Giry Obviously not Tsumugi’s daughter but LOL- Honestly from what I’ve watched and have been reading up on the Wiki she’s really not much of a character, all I really recall is her being Christine’s closest/only friend in ‘04? So I liked the idea of throwing out another Chapter 3 character for the fun of it, but idk LMAO. Maybe Kiyo’s just even more of a loner and I’ll just throw the whole cast of v3 to be more Opera singers and dancers in the background WHO KNOWS. Kiyo MIGHT have friend rights.

Christine talks about her deceased father and because I headcanon Kiyo and Miya to be orphans, I thought it was only fitting that in this AU Korekiyo talks about his deceased parents AND deceased sister, who just so happens to be Very Much Alive and just so happens to NOT be her ghost haunting him for the past decade. Even more trauma-worthy if Kiyo swears he witnessed his sisters death 🤫🤫🤫 Thanks a lot for quietly and stealthily saving her and creating a monster, Tsumugi, props to you. what would go wrong?? Maybe that same “death” incident is the reason Miyadera wears a mask 😏 scar time!!

THANKS @ ANYONE FOR READING IF YOU DID FHDKJFSD I have many thoughts and am not strong enough to out myself about them all, I get so embarrassed talking about Shinnaga I love them too damn much

I promise I’ll draw more for this AU with art of like,,,actual quality and effort,,, ONE DAY. Also with like official designs for them because auuu I flip flop constantly with how I draw them in this AU LMAO. at least nearly everyone gets to crossdress that’s all that matters.

#shinnaga #korekiyo shinguji #korekiyo shinguuji #angie yonaga #miyadera shinguuji #miyadera shinguji #phantom of the opera #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #korekiyo's sister #danganronpa au #phantom of the opera au #art #doodle #sketch #colored sketch #au #ramble #rant #long post #fanart #my art

[teddy06writes]

The Phantom Of The Opera AU

requested by this anon: “Okay so I know you’re a musical kid so you have probably listened to/heard of Phantom of the Opera. Picture this: Dream as the Phamtom x Fem!reader as Christine x Sapnap as Raul”

Dream x Fem!reader and Sapnap x fem!reader (with dream as the phantom and sapnap as Raul)

trigger warnings: death, dream being a low key creeper, maybe some swears, my general lack of knowledge of this musical

premise: Phantom AU, not neccicarily the full story, its mainly what I’ve seen/read/listened to that I think is important, and like eight of the songs. Ummm, I feel like the summary above is enough for you to get the general idea.

(y/l/n)- your last name

“blep” regular talking

“Belp” singing

When things are in counterpoint, regular text will be (y/n), (text in parenthesis is sapnap), and {bracketed text is Dream}

if you, like me are unfamilliar with the story, this is the summary that arrived in my inbox last night (thank you so much to the person who sent that by the way, it really helped)  

“So basically phantom of the opera is a love triangle between 3 people, the Phantom (P) x Christine (C) x Raul (R). C and R were childhood friends until R had to move away. C grew up in the Opera house with her dad (deceased) as a music writer. C grows up getting “private” singing lessons from P ( he is literally talking to her through a vent ((Among Us omg)) or something idk). Fast forward into the future to present day. C is a ballerina at the opera and one day, the phantom makes the set malfunction so that the lead female opera singer (she’s a jerk. Forgot her name) can’t preform and C has to preform as the lead instead. Coincidentally, the night Christine sings as the lead is the day R comes to see her show and R is like “ooWooga she be fine now ig”. R and C catch up after the show and R goes away for a minute and then P is like “aight C imma kidnap you for a sec with no purpose whatsoever to the plot except for a cool song” and then C returns to her normal life ig. P them sends stuff to the people in charge of the Opera saying “ayo C be pretty fine, let her be the lead again” the people in charge of the opera were like “nah fam, let’s have the person who was supposed to be the lead be the lead”. Upset by this, during the show, P broke the chandelier and it fell into the audience. C is like “I love you uwu” R is like”let’s get engaged” C is like “let’s keep it a secret so the crazy P guy doesn’t find out” and little did they know during that conversation P was hiding and overheard everything and is now sad boi hours. A masquerade happens and P shows up like “ayo I heard you trynna steal my boo” and R is like “nah she my boo” and they duel or whatever. Idk how it transitions to this but the Opera runs another show and they make C the lead to not upset P. However, during a love song (Past the point of no return, it literally slaps), C realizes that the person singing isn’t the original actor, it is P! And then P straight up kidnaps C after the song, takes her to his lair and is like “boo you gotta marry me or I destroy the opera house with everyone inside it” C is like “fine ig” P takes off his mask and reveals he is hiding burn marks and he kisses C and C kisses back. P is like” my mom never even kissed me” and P let’s C go, telling her to go marry R... or you can just watch this video lmao https://youtu.be/4a5nahw3zi8″

On that note, here we go:

{that only goes for the final scene where its all three, it varies otherwise}

{Things I have learned while preparing this story, 1. the actual phantoms name is Erik, like what a nerd, 2. he’s also not actually a ghost??? He’s literally just some creeper who lives in an opera house screwing with people; also yes Eret is the strict lady who yells at everyone and talks to the phantom, deal with it}

{pls send me more musical au asks I really liked doing this, even if it took me a while}

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The ravenous applause of the audience seemed to echo in your ears, even after you had left the stage. 

You’re debut as the female lead in Hannibal had been a smashing success, and as the rest of the chorus girls backstage were saying, it was all thanks to the Phantom scaring Hannah off.  

Niki practically ran up to you from the rehearsal room, “(y/n) that was incredible!” 

You grinned, “Oh I feel like I’m floating Niki! Thank you for volunteering me for the role.” 

“Don’t thank me, Thank whoever's giving you those lessons,” She bumped her hip against yours, grinning cheekily, “And if what the girls are saying is true you’ll have to thank him for getting Hannah out of here.” 

You chuckled, but before you could say anything else Madame Eret was approaching, knocking the end of their cane of the ground, “Miss Nihachu, you are a dancer are you not?” 

Niki nodded. 

“Then get back to rehearsal,” he waited until Niki hurried off to turn to you, “He is most pleased with your performance, here.”

You took the note from him, reading over it quietly, “Red scarf..... the attic.... little lotte?” 

She simply shrugged, leaving you to turn and head up your dressing room. 

As you changed out of your costume from the show you couldn’t help but hum the song that had earned the most applause, “Think of me, think of me of me fondly, when we’ve said goodbye.” 

Reaching around you found your dressing gown, pulling it on and tying up the front, “Remember me, once and a while. Please, promise you’ll try...” 

Your words faded off as your sat down at your vanity, beginning to brush out your hair. 

“Where is your red scarf Miss (y/l/n)? I hope you haven’t lost it. Not after all the trouble I went through to retrieve it for you.” 

You turned to see a tall dark hair man standing in the doorway, a grin spreading across your face as he continued, “I was only 14 and soaked to the bone...” 

“Because you ran into the sea to fetch my red scarf!” You exclaimed, jumping up and flinging your arms around him excietedly, “Sapnap! How I’ve missed you!” 

He chuckled, pulling away, and offering you a single red rose, “(y/n)... Little Lotte let her mind wander...” 

“You remember that too?” You asked with a giggle. 

Sapnap smiled and kept singing, “Little Lotte thought: am I fonder of dolls,” 

“Or of goblins or shoes?” You joined in, “Or of riddles of frocks, or chocolates.” 

“Those picnics n the attic...” He reminisced. 

You closed your eyes, remembering those long ago days, “Father playing the violin.” 

“As we read each other those dark stories of the north.” 

“No what I like best, little Lotte said, is when I’m asleep in my bed,” You sang, “And the angel of music sings songs in my head!” 

“The angel of music sings songs in my head.” He repeated softly. 

You smiled at him, an excited fond feeling forming in your stomach as you sank back into your chair,  “Father said, when I am in heaven child I will send the angel of music to you. Well now father is dead, Sapnap. And I have been visited by the angel of music.” 

“Well that is very evident,” He chuckled, taking your hands, “Your performance was wonderful. And now, we shall go to supper.” 

“Oh- sapnap I can’t, the angle of music is very strict.” 

He didn’t seem to understand the urgency in your voice as he laughed again, “Well I shant keep you up late.”

“No- Sapnap, things have changed-”

“You have to change,” He interrupted, “And I have to grab my hat. Two minutes little lotte.” 

As he went out the door you cried after him, “Sapnap! Thing have changed Sapnap!”

But he was out of earshot, and the voice that had become so familiar to you was booming, “Insolate boy! This Slave of fashion basking in your glory! Ignorant fool! This brave young suitor, sharing my triumph!”

“Angel I hear you! Speak, I listen! Stay by my side and gude me!” You begged up to the ceiling, “Angel my soul was weak! Forgive me! Enter at last master!”

“Flattering child, you shall know me, see why in the shadow I hide, look at your face in the mirror, I am their inside!” 

The voice sounded closer now, and you couldn’t help but look around, “Angel of music! Hide no longer!” 

You turned again, finding yourself face to face with what seemed like a mask, floating in your mirror, “Come to me, strange angel!”

“I am your angel! Come to me angel of music!” 

A shadowy figure seemed to appear behind the smiling mask, a hand outstretched to you. In a daze you stood, grabbing his hand and allowing him to lead you away down a dark pathway.

“Who’s voice is that?” Sapnap asked, knocking on the now closed door, “(y/n) who’s in there?” 

“Come with me angel of music!” Dream, the Phantoms voice echoed again. 

“(y/n)!” 

~~

“In sleep he came to me, the voice which calls to me and speaks my name!” You moved quietly through the passages, following Dream, “And Do I dream again? for now I find, the phantom of the opera is there, inside my mind!” 

“Sing once again with me our strange duet! My power over you grows stronger yet! And though you turn from me to look behind, the phantom of the opera is there! Inside your mind!” He sang, turning back to make sure you were following once more.

The walls of the tunnel seemed to widen, and you could almost make out an empty candle lit space. 

You reached out, fingers almost brushing the edge of his cloak, “Those who have seen your face draw back in fear! I am the mask you wear..”

“It’s me they hear...” 

As you emerged into a cross roads of the tunnels, you sang in tandem, “Your (my) spirit and your (my) voice in one combined, the phantom of the opera is there, inside your (my) mind!” 

He helped you into the boat that waited in one tunnel, before casting off, propelling the boat down the slow moving current, “In all your fantasies, you always knew the man and mystery...” 

“Were both in you....” You sang softly as the boat came to dock in a wide chamber.

Slowly you climbed out of the boat after him, looking around the dank space, and at the organ in the corner. 

Dream pulled off his cloak, “And in this labyrinth where the night is blind..”

“The Phantom of the opera is there! Inside my mind......” 

~~

As the people downstairs argued, you tried to think over what had happened. Was it a dream? It didn’t seem like it, but still, a man appearing in her looking glass? Taking her away and singing words of praise, words of love, words that made nearly no sense now that it was day, and a haze covered your memory. 

The one thing that remained clear was the monster she had found beyond the mask.

All too soon it seemed you were being rushed into rehearsals, being told you no longer had a speaking role, as Hannah had returned, and was back to her diva ways. 

Rehearsals that would normally drag on seemed to go quicker now, and soon you and the rest of the girls were getting ready for the performance. 

“This is ridiculous,” Niki muttered as she adjusted her costume, “You should be playing the duchess, not Hannab.” 

“Hannah is the featured soprano. She’s always the lead.” You retorted. 

“But how will Sapnap know to look for you in the chorus?” Niki teased.

You elbowed her, laughing lightly, “Shut up. Besides I doubt the phantom would let him see me again.”

The show had gone well, at least until the fifth scene. 

All the music stopped abruptly as a voice boomed, “Did I not instruct that box five was to be left empty?”

“He’s here: The Phantom Of The Opera!” Niki cried from offstage. 

Your head jerked up to turn and look at the audience, “It’s Dream!” 

“Your part is silent, you toad!” Hannah snapped. 

From somewhere up in the audience Dream frowned, “A toad Madame? Perhaps it is you who is the toad...” 

Hanna opened her mouth to continue on her script, but no sound seemed to come out, save for what was close the a croak. 

The men who had bought the opera house, Wilbur and Tommy were coming rushing down from their box, “Ladies and gentlemen we apologize! The performance will continue in ten minutes time, with Miss (y/l/n) as the duchess!”

Tommy nodded as Wilbur finished, “And for now, we will give you the ballet, from act three of tonight's show!” 

The ballet didn’t last long, as when you returned to the wings dressed for the new role you had been given, someone let out a horrified scream.

“What the-” 

You were cut off as you looked up to see Shlatt, the stagehand in charged of the curtains, hanging from the rigging, a noose fully tightened around his neck. 

“Ladies and gentlemen remain calm! It was just an accident- remain calm!” Someone shouted. 

Through the darkness you could make out Dream’s menacing figure, the smiling mask watching you threateningly as you clamped your hand over your mouth to stop the scream that had ripped at your throat. 

“(y/n)? (y/n) are you alright?” Sapnap had run down onto the stage in all the chaos. 

“We- we have to get out of here,” You choked, grabbing his hand, “We aren’t safe here.” 

He didn’t seem to understand the reason behind your panic, but even so he offer you his arm, “Lets leave then.” 

~~

Twenty minutes later you ended up in an empty park, the panic that filled your chest not yet fading as Sapnap asked, “Why have you brought me here?”

“We can’t go back there!” You exclaimed. 

“But we must return.” He gripped your hands, “Darling their bound to be missing you.” 

You shook your head, “Sapnap- He’ll kill you! His eyes will find us there!” 

“(y/n), don’t say that! It’s okay (y/n), it’s okay!” 

You looked up into the darkened sky, “No it’s not- no it’s not- Those eyes that burn!” 

“Don’t even think it!” He cried desperately. 

You couldn’t tell whether you were trembling from fear, or from the cold, as you sang, “And if he has to kill a thousand men....” 

“Forget this waking nightmare!” Sapnap insisted. 

“....The phantom of the opera will kill.” You sang distractedly. 

He gripped your shoulders, “This phantom is a fable, (y/n), believe me!” 

“And kill again....” You shuddered at the idea of Dream doing anything to Sapnap. 

Both of you sang, “God who is this man, who hunts to kill? (this mask of death?)

“I can’t escape him!” You cried. 

He shook his head, “Whose voice is it you hear...”

“...I never will!” 

“With every breath?” 

His grip on your shoulders tightened, pulling you closer to him as you both sang, “And in this labyrinth where light is blind, the phantom of the opera is there, inside my (your) mind!”

“There is no Phantom of the Opera!” 

“Sapnap- I’ve been there, inside his world of never ending light! To a world where daylight dissolves into darkness, darkness! Sapnap I’ve seen him!” You cried. “Can I ever forget that sight? Can I ever escape that face? So distorted, disformed it was hardly a face!  in the darkness, darkness. But his voice filled my spirit with a strange, sweet sound in that night there was music in my mind And through music my soul began to soar! And I heard as I'd never heard before!” 

“What you had was a dream and nothing more!” 

You could hardly look up at him, “yet in his eyes was all the sadness in the world! Those pleading eyes that both threaten and adore!” 

“(y/n), (y/n)!”  Sapnap exclaimed. 

“.....(y/n)......” A different voice seemed to cry into the night. 

You gasped, pressing yourself against Sapnap, “What was that?” 

He hugged you tightly, before pulling back and singing gently, “No more talk of darkness, forget these wide eyed fears. I’m here, and nothing can harm you, my words will warm and calm you.” 

You relaxed into his grip, listening to his quiet voice, “Let me be your freedom, let daylight dry your tears, I’m here, with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you.” 

“Say you love me, every waking moment. Turn my head and talk of summer time,” You looked up at him, biting your lip, “Say you need me now and always, promise me that all you say is true, that's all I ask of you.” 

“Let me be your shelter, let me be your light, you are safe, no one will find you. Your fears are far behind you.” He assured you, smiling softly. 

 “All I want is freedom, a world with no more night. And you to always be beside me, to hold me and to hide me.” You admitted. 

Sapnap’s smile grew wider, “Then say you’ll share with me, one love, one life time. Let me lead you from your solitude. Say you need me here, beside you. Anywhere you go let me go too, (y/n), that's all I ask of you.” 

“Say you’ll share with me, one love, one life time,” You repeated, “Say the word, and I’ll follow you.” 

“Share each day with me, each night, each morning.” You sang together as he leaned down to rest his forehead on yours.

“Say you love me?” 

He smiled, whispering, “You know I do.” 

“Love me- that's all I ask of you.” You both sang, before he leaned in to gently press a kiss to your lips, “Any where you go, let me go too. Love me- thats all I ask of you.” 

Sapnap kissed you again, before pulling away, “We could go anywhere- we could be married! You would marry me, yes?” 

“Oh, yes, Sapnap, yes I would. If you’d have me.” You nodded, eagerly. 

He grinned, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You couldn’t help but giggle, before turning back toward the direction of the opera house, “I must go back, they’ll wonder where I am. Wait for me Sapnap!” 

“(y/n), I love you!” He exclaimed. 

“Wait for me, Sapnap. Order your finest horses and being waiting by the door.” You could go back, and continue working at the opera house, there was nothing left for you to fear while Sapnap was there.

“And soon you’ll be beside me!” He chuckled.

You grinned, “To guard me and too guide me!” 

Sapnap offered you his arm again, and you headed off out of the park, toward the opera house. 

Slowly, Dream slinked from the shadows where he had watched the proposal, “I gave you my music, made your song take wing. And now your repaid me, denied and betrayed me.” 

He groaned running a hand through his hair, “He was bound to love you, when he heard you sing. (y/n)- oh (y/n)-”

He was cut off by the sounds of your voices drifting down the street, Say you’ll share with me, one love, one life time, Say the word, and I’ll follow you. Share each day with me, each night, each morning.”

Dream’s hands flew to his ears, desperate to block out the sounds- he had been so sure that you could’ve loved him, but now Sapnap was stealing you away. 

“You will curse the day you did not do, all that the phantom asked of you!” He bellowed. 

~~

The following weeks at the opera house were a blur of panic masked by busyness, Wilbur and Tommy refusing to let the disaster of the chandelier falling from keeping the company from working on their next performance. 

You kept on working, the ring on the chain Sapnap had given you around your neck helping you to feel safe, even as the chorus girls cited the Phantom for the cause of all the distress. 

Now you were back in your dressing room, getting ready for dinner with Sapnap.

“Wander child, so lost, so helpless,” A soft voice seemed to drift down from no where, “Yearning for my guidance.” 

You looked up at the ceiling, “angel or father? Friend or phantom? Who is it their staring?” 

“Have you forgotten your angel?” The voice murmured, Dream appearing once again in your mirror. 

You turned to him, almost in a trance, “angel, oh, speak, what endless longings, echo in this whisper.” 

Sapnap, having arrived to the opera house appeared in the door, watched as you moved toward the phantom. 

“Too long you’ve wandered the winter...” Dream continued to sing, hand outstretched to you. 

“Once again she is his.” Sapnap sang, as you started to cross the room toward the mirror where the phantom stood. 

“...far from my far reaching eyes.” 

“Wildly my mind beats against you....” You sang, transfixed. 

Behind the mask Dream grinned, “You resist. Yet your soul obeys.” 

“Once again she returns, to the arms of her angel. Angel or demon? Still he calls her, luring her back from the grave. Angel or dark seducer? Who are you strange angel?” Sapnap sang, again, more to himself than you or Dream. 

Dream beckoned you forward again,  “I am your angel of music, come to me angel of music!”

“Angel of darkness, cease this torment!” Sapnap exclaimed, moving into the room properly and drawing attention to himself. 

Dream unbothered, continued to sing, “I am your angle of music! Come to me angel of music!” 

“(y/n), (y/n) listen to me! Whatever you may believe- this thing, this man is not your father!”  Sapnap yelled, “(y/n)! Let her go! For gods sake let her go!” 

Jarred by his sudden yell, you turned, the trance broken, “Sapnap...” 

Dream, unimpressed, began to clap, deadpanning, “Bravo monsieur. Such spirited words.” 

“No more tricks monsieur!” Sapnap yelled, stepping forward to put himself between you and Dream. 

“Oh, but that's not any fun. Why don’t you come closer, sir? Keep coming this way.” 

Sapnap, not liking to be challenged, stepped forward, “You cannot win her love by holding her prisoner!” 

“No- Sapnap don’t!” You grabbed his hand, pulling him back. 

He nodded resolutely, gripping your hand as you both moved toward the door, “Lets go then, no more time will be spent with this monster.” 

“Don’t go!” Dream wailed as you hurried away down the hall, “Now let it be war upon you both!” 

~~

Something was going wrong, of course it was, because when was it not?

Your entrance in Don Juan Triumphant had gone according to plan, but the man who had stepped out as Don Juan was not George, as it should have been.

You steeled yourself, trying to come up with a logical reason.

George must have gotten sick, and a stand in had taken his place, yes that must be it.

“Past the point of no return, no backward glances, the games we played till now, are at an end.” The man sang, “Past all thought of ‘if’ or ‘when’, no use resisting, abandon that thought and let the dream descend.”

Your panic seemed to rise, the double meaning in his words filling you with dread.

“What raging fire shall flood the soul? What rich desire locks the door? What sweet seduction lies before is? Past the point of no return, the final thread hold. What unspoken secrets will we learn? Beyond the point of no return.”

You moved carefully to your next mark, trying to work out who it was in George’s place, “You have brought me, to the moment when words run dry, to the moment when speech disappears into silence, silence.

I have come here, hardly knowing the reason why, in my mind I already imagined, our bodies entwined. Defenseless and silent, now I am here with you, no second thoughts, I’ve decided, decided.”

You just barley stopped from trembling as you realized, it was Dream, “Past the point of no return, no going back now. Our passion play has now, at last, begun. Past all thought of right and wrong. One final question: how long should we two wait, before we’re one?”

“When will the blood being to race? When will the sleeping bud burst into bloom? When will the flames at last consume us?” You finished, taking an only slightly shaky breath.

The phantom grabbed your hand as you both sang, “Past the point of no return, the final threshold. The bridge is crossed so stand and watch it burn, we’ve past the point of no return!”

Everyone in the audience seemed to hold their breath, they too knew that this was not George. The cloak that had hidden Dreams mask fell, and they gasped upon seeing the plaster smiling face.

He grinned behind the mask, and punctuated, “Say you’ll share with me, one love, one lifetimes lead me, save me from my solitude.”

The words stung even before he pulled out a ring, holding it out to you, “come with me, or this whole place will come down upon us.”

Slowly you looked to the audience, Sapnap was standing in the isle, looking worried.

You couldn’t let him get hurt.

You nodded reluctantly, as he continued, “say you want me by your side anywhere you go let me go too, (y/n) that’s all I ask of-“

Slowly, you reached up, pulling the mask off his face, revealing the terribly scared face to the world.

The gasps turned into horrible screams as a curtain was raised, and Georges body tumbled onto the stage.

Almost immediately Dream flung his cloak around you, disappearing.

Sapnap ran up onto the stage, along with the crew, police officers and other patrons.

“Sapnap! Sapnap you’ve got to come with me!” Eret cried, rushing out onto the stage.

“What the hell is going on?”

“Sapnap!” They yelled again, “I know where they are!”

“But can I trust you?” He demanded.

She nodded, “yes, and remember, keep your hand up at eye level.”

“Why?”

“Punjab lasso.” Was all he offered in explication as he led Sapnap away.

~~

Soon enough Sapnap was creeping through the shadows of the phantoms layer, watching as he tried to place a wedding veil on your head, “Too bad pity comes to late, turn around and face your fate, an entirety of this before your eyes!”

You turn to face him, looking up at the mess of scares that cover his face, “this haunted face holds no horror for me now, it is in your soul that the true distortion lies.”

The phantom turned suddenly, to Sapnaps hiding place, “Wait! I think, my dear, we have a guest! Sir, this is indeed an unparalleled delight! I had rather hoped that you would come And now my wish comes true— you have truly made my night!”

“Free her!” Sapnap yelled, stepping into the light, “do what you want to me but let her go!”

“Your lover makes a passionate plea.” Dream laughed at you.

“Sapnap it’s useless!” You cried.

Sapnap shook his head, “I love her! Does that mean anything To you? I love her! Show some compassion!”

“The world showed no compassion to me!” Dream retorted.

He reached out toward you, “(y/n), (y/n), please let me see her!”

Dream grinned maliciously, “be my guest.”

Sapnap rushed forwards, as Dream contiued to taunt, “Monsuier, i bid you welcome, did you think that I would hurt her? Why should I make her pay, for the sins which are yours?” 

As he finished the last words the Punjab lasso came sailing out, and Sapnap barley had time to fling his arm back up as he was dragged back, the only thing keeping him from hanging being the fingers he’d wrangled between the rope and his neck. 

“No!” You cried, struggling to your feet. 

“Order your fine horses now!” Dream yelled, “Nothing now can save you, except maybe... (y/n).” 

You stood, shaking as he turned to you, “Start a new life with me- buy his freedom with your love! Refuse me now and send your lover to his death! This is the choice, this is the point of no return!” 

“(y/n), forgive me, please forgive me, I did it all for you, and all for nothing.” Sapnap sang, looking at you desperately.  

At the same time you turned toward Dream, “Farewell my fallen idol, and my false friend, one by one my delusions shattered.” 

“Too late for turning back, too late for prayers and useless pity!” Dream sang.

“{all hope of cries for help, no point in fighting!} (say you love and my life is over, either way you choose, he has to win!) {for ether way you choose, you cannot win! So do you end your days with me or do you send him to his grave?}”

“Why make her lie to you, to save me?” Sapnap yelled. 

You looked between them desperately, “Angel of music..... {past the point of no return!} (For pity’s sake (y/n) say no! Don’t throw your life away for my sake!) Who deserves this? When will you see reason? {The Final threshold! His life is now the prize you must earn! You’ve passed the point of no return....}”

You looked at Dream, no longer trying to hide the fear that coursed through your veins, “Angel of music, you have deceived me, I gave myself blindly to you.” 

“You try my patience! Make your choice!” Dream yelled. 

Looking back at sapnap for a moment you stepped forward, whatever it would take, you would keep him safe, “Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known? God give me courage to show you, you are not alone.” 

Reaching out, you took the mask from his hand, tossing it to the side as he moved closer to you as well. 

Before you could hardly blink he was kissing you, and with little more than a second thought you kissed back. 

Sapnap watched, in partials horror, until the phantom drew back, shaking as he whispered, “No one has ever kissed me- not even my own mother.” 

You nodded, and then suddenly Dream began to move across the room, grabbing a knife from somewhere as he stalked up to Sapnap.

He paused for a beat, and you could feel the terror in the room- until he slashed at the rope, and Sapnap fell the ground. 

You rushed over to him, kneeling beside him, “Sapnap! oh Sapnap!” 

“Take her,” dream wailed, “Take her and forget me, forget all of this! Leave me alone- forget all you’ve seen....”

Sapnap struggled to his feet, holding you close to him as he backed towards the channel. 

“Take the boat, leave me here, go now, please!” 

The sounds of the mob looking for Georges murderer seemed to grow louder as they grew closer.

“Hurry! Now before its too late!” Dream yelled. 

Sapnap hurriedly started to help you into the boat, but you pulled away, moving back to the Phantom, long enough to hand him the ring. 

Then you were off, turning to Sapnap as the current carried the boat away, “I’m sorry Sapnap- I couldn’t let him hurt you- I couldn’t!” 

“Shhh. It’s alright (y/n), it’s alright. He can’t hurt you anymore.” He murmured, pulling you into his arms.

“Say you’ll share with me, one love one lifetime.” You sang shakily.

Sapnap nodded, “Say the word and I’ll follow you.”

“Share each day with me, each night, each morning...” The sounds of your voices traveled back up the tunnel for Dream to hear. 

He sighed, looking resolutly into the distance, “You alone can make my song take flight- It’s over now, the music of the night!”

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagines #dreamwastaken x reader #sapnap x reader #phantom of the opera #teddy06 writes

[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

Some People Wrap Their Lies Around a Cocktail Glass | Damian Wayne

And You Sit Wondering Where You’re Going to Turn

✦ pairing — older!Damian Wayne x female!Plus Size Reader

✦ word count — 3.3k

✦ fake dating AU

✦ summary — you need to cover up the fact that your boyfriend broke up with you a week before your step-father’s Christmas party, and Damian needs a date for his father’s New Year’s ball. Both of you are experts at pretending, what could go wrong?

✦ warnings — some angst, mentions of food, Damian and reader are neighbors, a little bit of awkwardness, sprinkles of fluff.

✦ mini series masterlist

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Every time your phone buzzed, you hoped it was him. Such a naive and sick logic, one of a teenager waiting for her crush to text back, was nothing compared with the sobering truth.

Your ex-boyfriend was your ex for a reason. And you would have to face the music on your own.

Your mother was going to be disappointed. Not more than you were. Travis had been a good boyfriend, goofy and nice. He hadn’t been the gentlest person in the world, but you learned to accept that he wasn’t perfect.

You could have fallen for him if he had given you enough time.

Your cellphone rang and the fact that it hadn’t buzzed startled you. A handful of people called you instead of texting you, yet you didn’t have to look at the caller ID to know who it was.

That was your luck. What a horrible week. And it was only Monday noon.

Taking a deep breath, you nodded to yourself and swiped your finger against the screen to take the call. “How is everything going?” you softly greeted your mother.

She sighed. “I will be relieved when the planning is over.” She changed the subject, “Did your boyfriend clear his schedule?”

You breathed out a small laugh. “He did,” you lied. Not even sure if Travis had truly wanted to attend, you lied some more, “He’s excited to meet you.”

“We are excited too. Your uncle said he won’t believe it until he sees it.”

You and him both. As she told you about every guest she was skeptical about showing up, you mentally went through your list of feeble romantic relationships.

Jordan was in town, you had heard about them a few days ago. But asking them to be your date out of nowhere would be embarrassing when the last thing they knew about you was that you were happy in a new relationship.

Liam’s bright blue eyes came to your mind, and you almost had the answer. You hooked up a couple of times after breaking up, and you were friendly enough for you to feel comfortable telling him the truth. The problem was that your mother hated Liam.

The list continued getting shorter and shorter, your anxiety levels higher and higher. You shouldn’t have lied to your mother, but pride was a marvelous and twisted thing and you shared such a stupid little thing with her.

“Have you spoken to your father?” she asked, unbeknownst to her only adding to the pile of regrets and worries.

“Brianna said he’s out of town.”

Your mother grunted. It was clear that both of you knew Brianna had lied. “Well, you’ll see him for New Year’s.”

“I suppose, yes.”

She said your name sternly. “He’s your father.”

He didn’t act like he was. “He hasn’t called in weeks,” you explained. “I am not sure he wants to see me.”

”Your father is a busy man,” she told you. It was like a reflex to her, excusing him even though she had divorced him when you were eight.

Adults and their busy lives, wrapped in their lies and inane promises. You had really tried to be different, but caving in was too easy. What a mess.

“I have to leave you,” she lamented. You could hear that she meant it by the emotion that seeped into her voice. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Have a nice day,” you wished her, voice trembling as anxiety fully kicked in.

The moment the line clicked, you dropped your cellphone onto the sofa. Sniffing, you walked into your bedroom in search of a hair tie.

You needed to keep your hands busy so you could come up with something to say. Or somebody to date.

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Damian’s scrutinizing gaze greeted you as he opened the door. You analyzed his stance and attire, trying to assess whether you had interrupted anything or not.

He stepped back without taking his eyes off you, hand still on the door handle. His hair was damp, and he looked extremely comfortable, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.

He would also have looked approachable if his eyes weren’t so sharp.

“Are you coming in or not?”

You reacted, extending your arms to offer a container to him. “I made cookies earlier.”

He looked down at the container in your grasp, then back up at your face. “Get inside.”

You stepped into Damian’s apartment, used to the minimalistic style that you secretly wished you had chosen for your own place.

At the same time, you liked your apartment. Your mother helped you decorate, and she had impeccable taste.

He placed the cookies onto the coffee table, motioning for you to sit.

Sitting down, you watched him do the same just in front of you. His gaze was still sharp, but he waited for you to speak.

When you didn’t, he said, “I know you bake when you’re stressed.”

“It calms me.”

“You baked a pie two days ago. In the middle of the night.”

“And it was good,” you said immediately. “Right?”

He nodded. “Delicious,” he assured you. “Yet I can’t help but worry.”

You gripped your hair, exhaling harshly. “Holiday stuff.”

“Did you finally come to terms with the fact that all those ornaments look awful?”

“They do not,” you said, quite offended. You had spent an entire weekend decorating the living room. Sighing at the memory of choosing Christmas decorations and ornaments with your now ex-boyfriend, you explained your problem, “Travis broke up with me this past Saturday, and I don’t know how to tell my mother.”

Confusion was clear in Damian’s features. You had expected a comment about how you could find someone better, but not this.

“He was going to attend Leonard’s Christmas party with me.”

Leonard was your step-father. Your mother married him when you were a pre-teen and since then you had never skipped one of his parties or events.

He was the only reason why your mother and you were rich, and your biological father hated you for choosing him.

Money hadn’t been the reason why you took a liking to Leonard, although having everything you wanted and needed was nice, but your father wouldn’t have understood even if he tried.

Damian lifted an eyebrow. You could tell he wished you were joking.

“Too soon, I know.”

“I’m just shocked you planned to take him from all people to such event.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You met him on a dating app and your first date was at a bar,” he reminded you as though that explained everything. Your semblance must’ve shown skepticism because he added, “You are not supposed to take somebody like him to your family’s house unless you hate your family.”

“A lot of people do that and their relationships succeed.”

Damian inhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Does Travis even own a suit?”

“I was going to buy him appropriate clothes, a matching tie, get him a haircut... He hates formal attire.”

“I thought you liked your step-father.”

“I do. That’s why I was finally going to take somebody with me so people wouldn’t ask him why I’m always single and make him uncomfortable.”

He hummed, nodding slowly. “So you wanted him to try and explain why his step-daughter was dating a bad boy caricature. Very reasonable.”

“First of all, some bad guys are attractive. Have you seen The Phantom of The Opera?”

“You didn’t just insult Erik’s skills like that,” he said, offended.

“I’m not comparing him to Travis. It was an example.”

“A poor one at that unless Travis smells as bad as Erik.”

You shook your head. Damian was exaggerating when he said Travis was a bad boy caricature — apart from the fact that he loved wearing leather and sometimes took part in street races, he was a normal guy.

“Besides,” he continued, always eager to be right, “a bad boy and a bad guy aren’t the same thing. I thought you were literate in media.”

It seemed like he would never let go of the fact that you had switched careers when film school got unbearable.

“The point is,” you tried to go back to the topic at hand, “that it could have worked.”

“If you say so,” he said sarcastically. “You didn’t tell me what is it that Leonard usually says when people ask about your love life.”

“That I’m focused on my career or that I like to keep my private life separate from big events.”

Leonard had always been nice to you. He never planned to have children of his own, yet he never complained about you. From the day you met, he tried to befriend you, and eventually, he started to treat you as a daughter. He never made you call him dad unlike your father’s third wife who cried when you refused to call her mom — he never forced you to do anything.

Damian offered you a cookie, but you shook your head and he motioned for you to continue speaking as he took a cookie for himself.

“I lied to my mother earlier and I don’t know what I’m going to do or say, but I would rather eat my own foot than tell her my boyfriend chose to break up with me a week before the day he was supposed to meet her.”

Damian bit into the cookie, and you waited for a comment about how good or bad it was. He stared at you, brow twitching, before he once again made a movement with his hand so you would continue talking.

He knew you too well for your own good. And he also seemed to know that leaving you alone with your mind wasn’t such a good idea when you were in distress.

“I considered calling up an escort and have them pretend to be my partner, but I’m nervous,” you admitted, dropping your hands onto your lap for a second before moving them to rest on the couch, one at each of your sides. “What if that ruins it even more? Such a waste of money. And the embarrassment…”

He silently chewed, eyes focused on you. As he swallowed, he pinched his nose with his free hand. “I’ll do it.”

“You want to pay for the escort?”

Unamused, he clarified, “I’ll pretend to be your boyfriend.”

“I can’t ask that from you, Damian. You have your own events to attend! You said you would spend the holidays at your father’s house.”

He stayed silent, not taking his eyes off you. He then licked his bottom lip and said, “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll be your sweet and loving boyfriend in front of your family and Leonard’s acquaintances, and you’ll be my mysterious and charming girlfriend in front of my family and my father’s acquaintances.”

His offer was reasonable. Pretending was easy for you, meaningless. Leonard and your mother were always clear when they asked you to dress in certain ways or attend boring events — they weren’t expecting you to change, just to fool other people into thinking you were different.

They did the same, and that was enough for you.

Leonard’s smile was fake and tight in public when the only thing you could think about the smiles he gave you around the house was how warm they were.

Your mother was the opposite. You had seen her the happiest with Leonard, but she had always been rather cold as a person. In public, she was a lovely woman, always smiling and laughing.

“We can’t be in two places at once.”

“Father doesn’t celebrate Christmas publicly,” he explained blandly. “You just need to buy a new gown and cancel your plans for New Year’s.”

“For your father’s annual ball?”

“Exactly.”

“I can do that,” you assured him. Or yourself.

That night, as you stepped back into your apartment, you couldn’t help but make a face of disgust.

The ornaments were truly awful. You had gone overboard with everything — at the moment it had felt so good, laughing and drinking with Travis as you filled the living room with colors.

But that wasn’t your style. You didn’t even like colored Christmas lights.

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Despite your best efforts, you couldn’t keep yourself from being nervous. The last time you took somebody to one of Leonard’s big parties had been awkward and uncomfortable, a high school boyfriend who was too eager to impress your family.

Everybody understood because teen relationships usually are awkward and over-the-top. Now you wouldn’t have an excuse, you were an adult with a job and so-called social skills.

The first one was spot on. You had a job, you loved your job — and you didn’t need a job so you never felt pressured.

Your social skills, however, worried you. It was the anxiety playing tricks with your confidence, you knew, yet you couldn’t do anything but indulge it.

A part of you wondered if you would be this nervous if Travis was the one accompanying you. Perhaps you would be in a worse estate, or perhaps he wouldn’t have allowed you to worry.

But you didn’t have time to think about the what if’s. The party would take place the next day.

Time had flown by, you had been busy buying gifts and attempting to wrap them while balancing work and your friends’ own Christmas celebrations.

As though he knew you were a ball of nerves, curled up on the couch with a blanket over your shoulders and hands around your fourth —or was it the fifth?— cup of coffee that evening, Damian knocked upon your door.

You weren’t surprised to see him. He had said you would need to go through a few details before Leonard’s party.

You had barely interacted with Damian throughout the week, but he had assured you he was ready. He even sent you a picture of the tie he bought for the party, wanting to make sure the color was the right one.

His eyes scanned the living room as he made himself comfortable. He didn’t make a comment about the new ornamentation, but the fact that he hadn’t scowled was a good sign.

“I assumed you would be baking in preparation.”

“I’m not that stressed.” You folded the blanket and rested it onto the arm of the couch. “Can I offer you something to drink? Water, coffee, tea, alcohol...”

He shook his head. “Thank you. So, you don’t bake for your family?”

“Oh! I do, but on other occasions. Birthdays, anniversaries...” You sighed, shrugging. “Private things.”

A few times your mother had encouraged you to bake your father a birthday cake, but he rarely spent his birthday in town so that was even rarer.

“Have you already made our story up?”

“I suppose we should stick to the truth for the most part. Neighbors, then friends, and then...”

“Are you going to awkwardly tell your mother you’re dating me or are you just messing with me?”

”it’s hard for me to lie to my mother,” you explained, abashed. “It’s even worse if I have her in front of me.”

Damian stood up and opened an arm. “Come here.”

“I don’t need you to comfort me.”

He scoffed. “I’m not trying to comfort you. Come.”

You stood in front of him, looking down at his hand. “You want me to take it?”

“No. Well, perhaps...” He pensively looked at your form. “We have never been close physically.”

It had escaped you that you would need to touch him in order for your relationship to be believable. “So we’re going to practice.”

He hummed. “I’ll have my arm around you for most of the night,” he emphasized.

You stood beside him, expecting him to rest his arm behind your neck. Damian placed his palm on your upper back first, tentative.

His hand slowly slid up, tracing your shoulder blade. As he wrapped his arm around both your shoulders, he grunted.

Turning to look at him, you asked, “What?”

“It’s rather awkward to walk around in this position.”

“Okay,” you breathed out. “So?”

He slanted his head to face you. “Waist or hip?”

You considered the question, thinking about the way your dress would fall down your body. “Which one do you think would look better?”

“I have no clue.”

At least he was honest. Moving his hand off your shoulder, you lightly took it in your grasp. “Let’s stand in front of the mirror.”

Damian didn’t withdraw his hand from yours as you guided him into your bedroom. He curiously stared at the walls, quickly glancing at everything his eyes could fall onto.

He knew so much yet so little about you... you were friends, yes, and he trusted you with things he had never even imagined he would say out loud. At the same time, he was still getting used to his new life.

It wasn’t drastically different, but it was freeing in ways he never expected. With his new life came you, and he was astonished over the fact that you hadn’t met before when you had been forced to frequent the same places. Your presence was refreshing — welcomed from the very beginning.

Damian blinked rapidly. Getting reflective over being at a friend’s bedroom for the first time was new, too.

Standing in front of the mirror, you let go of his hand. Damian surrounded your body with his arm, delicately resting his hand on your waist.

“Is that okay?” he asked, watching you through the mirror as you shifted.

“Yeah. You can lower your hand if you want.”

He did so, pressing his palm against your hip.

“I think,” you mumbled, “your hand on my hip accentuates my stomach a little too much.”

He slowly trailed his hand upward, stopping at your waist once again. “Like that?” he asked in a whisper.

“Like that,” you agreed.

The two of you stood there for a long moment, facing your reflections. You moved first, and regretted it as the temperature changed over your form.

You hadn’t realized Damian’s body was that warm.

Sitting down on your bed, you followed his movements with your eyes as he sat on your vanity’s chair.

“Speak your mind,” he commanded.

“What if Leonard doesn’t believe... us?”

“I believe he has attended a few of my father’s celebrations.” He was stiff as he spoke. “But,” he added, “I have never crossed paths with him.”

“At least he doesn’t hate you.”

“Has he hated people you’ve taken to his parties?”

“Mmmmh...” You tilted your head as you made yourself comfortable by crisscrossing your legs. “Not to one of his parties per se, but he hated the boyfriend I had in college. They had met before.”

Damian’s eyebrows shot up. “You only had one boyfriend in college?”

“No,” you laughed as you confessed, “but my family only met one.”

“I’m more worried about your mother.” He tried to be nonchalant as he said it, but it sounded like a confession too.

But you weren’t. Damian was easy to like. You would have worried if he had to meet your father — he always seemed to think the opposite your mother did. Your father would have told you not to date somebody more attractive than you, or mocked you for supposedly dating a rich guy too.

“Don’t mention her age and everything will go smoothly.”

“I honestly can’t tell if you’re joking or not.”

You shrugged. “Just to be safe, assume I am not.”

He huffed a laugh, mouth twinging before he sighed.

As he stood up, you did too. Damian looked at the time just to be sure that he had to leave already and said, “I should let you get some sleep and get some rest of my own.”

Agreeing, you silently walked him towards the door. You wanted to thank him for doing this, ask if he was sure he was willing to not only do this for you but trust you with returning the favor.

Words didn’t come out of you. They did from him. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

Yeah, you would see him in the morning for what would probably be one of the longest days of your life.

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x plus size reader #damian wayne

[nerdyfangirl67]

The Raging Fire Within - Phantom of the Opera Reader Insert

Pairing: Erik Destler x reader

Warnings: sexual innuendos, a confident!Erik

Word count: 1297

Request by: anonymous

Hi! Could you write a modern au fic with Erik Destler where they're in a relationship but hes still an awkward muffin and decides hes not having it any longer and tries to flirt with her using (sexual) innuendos but hes still a muffin and she loves it? Thank you so much!!!! (I hope it makes sense)

A/N: Alright, I had to change it a bit. I don’t really have a good grasp of sexual innuendos, so I made this new version of Erik very bold in what he wants from the reader. I also used lyrics from the song Past the Point of No Return from Andrew Lloyd Webber’s production of The Phantom of the Opera (I’ll italicize them) and I do not receive any credit for these lines (copyright and all, thought I should say it). And I know I used Christine’s part from the song, but I felt they best fit the situation.

I got all my French-English translations on the internet, so there is a very real possibility that these aren’t 100% correct.

It was a crisp fall evening and you were relaxing on the balcony of your loft apartment, looking out to the sun setting behind the silhouette of the Eiffel Tower. You could hear Erik’s music softly floating out of the balcony doors, caressing you as you close your eyes and listen. His skill never ceased to amaze you and hearing him play never got old. Unless he was working on one of his compositions, you never heard him play the same thing twice. You got so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t even hear him stop playing, nor did you hear him walk out onto the balcony. 

He places his hands on your waist, suavely spinning you around. “Ah, j’ai envie de t’embrasser (I want to kiss you).” He whispers, leaning in close to you, his breath fanning against your neck.

You smile at his words, and his confident attitude, turning in his arms so you are facing him. “Please do mon fantôme (my phantom).” You whisper back. Your affectionate nickname for him came from his ability to sneak up on you, as he had just done, and his inclination to remain in the shadows.

He gives you a self-assured smirk before bringing your lips to his in a passionate kiss. One of your hands cradles his cheek, while the other softly caresses the cool mask covering the angry red, marred side of his face. The two of you had been together for two years at this point but Erik still didn’t feel comfortable removing the mask. He had grown accustomed to your gentle touches and no longer flinched away from your hand drawing near to his face.

One of his hands comes to rest on your lower back, pulling you in close to him as the other weaves into your hair. You don’t open your eyes, relishing in feeling his hands on you and savoring the feeling of his lips.

“Mmhm.” You murmur out, enjoying this new, bolder version of Erik. Erik lets out a small laugh as he traces a lone finger down your cheek. “I have left you speechless ma chérie.” He presses another kiss to your lips before moving to your neck, where he places a few open-mouthed kisses. 

He moves away from you, causing you to open your eyes in surprise. “Erik?” You question, your hands falling helplessly to your sides. “What has gotten into you?” You ask, curious as to what caused this new confidence.

He stops at the organ, which dominated the space in the small living room of your apartment. His fingers trail over the keys. You could tell he was becoming pensive, which likely meant he was starting to doubt his relationship with you. You silently walk up behind him, taking his hand gently in yours and slowly pulling him to the bench. He sits next to you, his fingers immediately moving to the keys.

He starts singing, in his deep sensual voice, which surprises you some. You have heard him sing before, but he didn’t do it often, and you treasured each time you were able to hear him sing. 

“Past the point of no return

No going back now

Our passion-play has now, at last, begun

Past all thought of right or wrong

One final question

How long should we two wait, before we're one?

When will the blood begin to race?

The sleeping bud burst into bloom?

When will the flames, at last, consume us?”

Having heard him play this song before, and you may have read the lyrics he had written once or twice when you had been pursuing his new work, you knew what came next and you joined in as he sang.

“Past the point of no return

The final threshold

The bridge is crossed

So stand and watch it burn

We've passed the point of no return”

A change in the melody, reminiscent of a song you thought you may have heard him play once before, happened. Having seen the music for this piece, you knew there were words that followed, words so strong they had stuck with you since the first time you had read them. You had never heard him play the stanza that followed before, but a part of you yearned to say the words out loud, to him. So you did.  

“Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime 

Lead me, save me from my solitude

Say you want me with you here beside you

Anywhere you go let me go too”

His music dwindled out after that, his fingers slowly halting on the keys before turning to you. “How did you know the words ma chérie?” He asks quietly, bringing a finger up to delicately trace the side of your face. You sheepishly duck your head, a blush blooming across your cheeks. 

“I may have looked at your music sheets once or twice?” Instead of him getting mad like you expected he might, he smirks devilishly and leans forward until he is breathing on the shell of your ear. “You have come here in pursuit of your deepest urge.” He whispers seductively, sending a shiver down your spine. 

He spins up and off the organ bench, in dramatic fashion (if he had been wearing a cloak it would have swirled around him theatrically), pulling you up with him. He is quick to bring you flush against his chest with a steady hand on your lower back. “In your mind you've already succumbed to me, dropped all defences, completely succumbed to me.” His husky breath fans over your neck. 

A small smile comes across your lips, despite Erik’s sudden mood change, and you pull him down to your lips, giving him a deep kiss. His hand comes up to your hair, fingers slowly making their way to the base of your neck. A sharp yank on the strands at the nape of your neck has you pushing back away from Erik, a yelp of surprise leaving you. Your hand clutches the tender spot, trying to ease some of the stinging pain. 

“Je suis désolé ma chérie (I’m sorry my dearest).” Erik is quick to apologize as he removes hand, and the offender, an ornate gold ring, from your hair. You step back, rubbing the throbbing spot at the back of your head. 

Seeing the look of complete horror on Erik’s face has you breaking out in laughter. “Erik, it’s okay.” You place a soft hand on his cheek as yoiu sober up. “Erik, you know I love you just as you are right? I don’t need you to be some suave French monsieur.” You say quietly. 

He tears away from you, running a hand down the uncovered portion of his face as he starts pacing. “Why? Why do you love me? A positive recluse of a man who can’t even properly woo a woman as beautiful as you.” 

You catch his hand as he paces by, stopping him in his tracks. “I love you because you, as you put it, are a positive recluse of a man who can’t woo a woman. I love you because you know how to make musical magic. I love you because, underneath your gruff exterior, is a loving, kind man.” You whisper, trailing a light hand down over the white mask covering half of his face. “I love you with the mask, and without it. You are who I want to spend the rest of my life with.” You end, pulling him in for a hug. 

“And I want to spend the rest of my lifetime with you.” He whispers back, warming your heart and making you feel at home.

#phantom of the opera #phantom of the opera imagine #phantom of the opera reader insert #phantom of the opera x reader #phantom 2004 imagine #phantom #phantom x reader #erik x reader #erik destler reader insert #erik destler x reader #poto fanfiction #poto fanfic #POTO #poto fandom

[diaryofthewifeofspiderman]

Been on a Phantom of the Opera binge lately and my mind cooked up a hilarious POTO AU ft. late Victorian Spidey (Peter) and the mysterious specter the Green Goblin (Harry) battling out at the Met Opera and trying to secure the affections of its rising star, prima donna Maria [Jane] Watson. XD Actually, Mysterio would probably work better for the Phantom role, but he doesn't carry the same emotional weight as Harry does to Peter... (or that cool scar from the third Raimi film)

FIRST OF ALL, A LIKE MINDED THEATER GEEK AND COMIC LOVER !? WHO ARE YOU!? WE NEED TO BE FRIENDS! SECOND OF ALL, POTO IS MY ALL TIME FAVORITE AND I MYSELF NEVER EVEN THOUGHT OF THIS AU POSSIBILITY!❤❤❤

Sorry not sorry to those reading this that either know nothing about POTO or care nothing about musical theater but allow us to inject you with culture.

I totally see what you mean about wanting to use Goblin for that emotional connection instead of Mysterio but since you put Mysterio in my head I think it works better in following the the basic POTO plot but adds more depth and dimension to Mysterio that should totally be explored. Plus, The Amazing Mary Jane version of Mysterio opened up a realm of possibilities (Insert that romantic cover art where MJ is in a period costume and Beck is trying to romance her).

Lets set this in Old Hollywood with Beck as a famous silent film star that was horribly disfigured when a set burned down (I know it's canon Phantom/Erik was born disfigured but I'm obviously taking artistic licenses with this) now lurks around the studio as the hidden special effects guy. The world thinks he died in that fire but the head of the studio is the only one that knows the truth and employed him becausehe'san artistic genius.

Now talkies are all the rage and whike lurking in the studio lot, Beck spots this young actress's screentest (Her name is Mary Jane Watson, of course) and instantly sees potential in her. They get to talking (he's in the shadows or wearing a mask or both being dramatic AF) and although she doesn't know it's him, she names Quentin Beck the actor as one of the main inspirations for her pursuing a film career. He ends up convincing her he is an acting coach and she agrees to let him coach her.

His coaching and influence at the studio secures her a contract and her star begins to rise. Beck, despite being significantly older than her, falls madly in love with her, but unbeknownst to her she has reconnected with her old childhood friend, Peter Parker, and love starts to bloom between them. While Mary Jane is filming the role that is guaranteed to make her a Hollywood Star, Beck is getting ready to confess his true feelings for her when he sees her kissing Peter. Rage overcomes him and he becomes possessive of her before revealing his true identity to her and insinuates that she owes him her career. Frightened and hurt by his manipulation, she breaks ties with him. That's when Beck declares war on the young lovers because if Beck can't have Mary Jane, then no one can.

THAT CUTE AU IDEA TOOK A DARK TURN 😳

SHOULD IT BE WRITTEN!? MY INNER GEEKS HAVE JOINED FORCES!

- SpiderManWife

#quentin beck #petermjane #petermjane au #mary jane watson #Mysterio #Spider-Man AU #Spider-Man #Spider-Man POTO AU

[filthybonnet]

Charlotte and Her Dada: My beautiful commission by @klausscrimshaw from my Love Never Dies AU fic Family Affairs. Thank you so much Klaus for being a true professional!

I’ve fallen in love with my OC Charlotte, who is Mr. Y and Christine’s spitfire daughter who bares similar but less extreme deformities of her father. Big brother Gustave is very protective of her. Mr. Y spoils her rotten and Christine shakes her head knowing she loves her daughter but will never understand the bond father and daughter share over being deformed.

Family Affairs on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19450531/chapters/46294909

Family Affairs on FF.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13328885/1/Family-Affairs

Below are passages from the story I used as inspiration for the commission

...Erik on the floor with Charlotte a whole new container of wooden blocks added to what she already had. Mary the doll sat on the Turkish Rug as a mansion was built around her. [...] “No Dada! Here!” Charlotte patted the rug before making an irrelevant tower. It was no where near the doll but The Phantom obliged his demanding daughter. She clapped and smiled. It was worth it.

“Maybe it is time we get her something other than white,” Erik looked lovingly at the girl as she lifted pieces of egg off her plate and put them into her mouth. “Would you like a nice spring green, Charlotte?”

“No, colors for her until she is fully toilet trained and can use a fork.”

“Dada said I can have green dress. I can use fork,” Charlotte picked up more egg and put it in her mouth.

“Charlotte, do you want to wear a ribbon in your hair that matches your new dress?” Christine bent around to be eye level with her standing daughter.

“Is it the same green?” The girl’s eyes lit up.

“The exact same green! I had it made the same time as your dress,” The Diva smiled.

“Will Dada like it?”

“He will if you do. And I think it will look extra beautiful it in our picture.”

The girl squealed, jumping up and down, the new green dress she wasn’t supposed to get flaring, exposing even more ruffles of her pantaloons.

#love never dies #love never dies au #The Phantom of the Opera #phan art #my fanfic #phan phic

[lucy-ghoul]

maybe erik and christine from phantom of the opera? 💗

YES, thank you, I was waiting for a POTO related ask! (now if some good soul asked me about darth vader i shall be a happy woman) 

Erik.

do I like them: If I like him? He’s my favorite character ever. No one can compare, sorry not sorry.

5 good qualities: That’s easy! He’s got the Most Beautiful Voice in the World, he’s a genius at everything, his Cape Swish is on point, he’s snarky and witty, and his redemption at the end never fails to move me.

3 bad qualities: Well, where to begin lmao? As for Frollo, his obsessive personality, his control issues, and the murder/torture stuff. Which make him a very interesting character, but they’re not exactly good qualities lol.

favourite episode/etc: As for the previous ask, I’ll say which version of the character is my favorite: so, I love Musical!Erik, but my heart belongs to Leroux!Erik (and partly to Susan Kay’s Phantom). I just... can’t see him with a half-mask. I know it’s iconic, and for a reason, but my Erik will always wear a full-mask and look like death incarnate. (The meta I could write about his relationship with Death... ah.)

otp: Erik is my phandom bycicle lol, I ship him with everyone. I love Erik/Daroga and Erik/Meg (the most underrated crackship ever :/), but recently I warmed up to Erik/Christine, too. (I’ve always found their dynamic fascinating, and I enjoyed a lot of E/C AU fics, but I’ve never really shipped them in the way most people ship them? Idk, it’s weird.) Unironically, I’ve shipped Erik/Raoul since I watched the Devil Takes the Hindmost scene in Love Never Dies - it started as a joke, but then I got really deep into it lol.

brotp: Erik and the Daroga, especially in Kay’s book. IMHO it was the best part of the novel, besides Erik’s backstory.

ot3: Erik/Christine/Raoul FTW.

notp: I’m not a big fan of the Erik/Christine relationship in the previously mentioned Kay book, mostly because her Christine’s characterization is not my cup of tea. But to each one their own, I guess.

best quote: “You must know that I am made of death from head to foot, and it is a corpse who loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you!” and “All I wanted was to be loved for myself “, and also all the “I’m dying of love” speech after the Final Lair events. Now, I rarely cry when I read books, but I cried actual tears when I’ve read that scene. And from Kay’s book: “My mind has touched the farthest horizons of mortal imagination and reaches ever outward to embrace infinity. There is no knowledge beyond my comprehension, no art or skill upon this entire planet that lies beyond the mastery of my hand. And yet, like Faust, I look in vain, I learn in vain... For as long as I live, no woman will ever look on me in love.”

head canon: He is very, very tall. It’s actual canon in Kay’s book, but in Leroux he’s supposed to be of average height. And of course, in the musical it depends from the actor.

Christine.

do I like them: Yes, a lot!

5 good qualities: Compassionate, empathetic, brave, sensitive, loyal.

3 bad qualities: Naiveness, maybe also indecisiveness, and the way she can’t move on from her father’s death. Which is not a bad quality, of course - depression is not a bad quality - but she struggles to let go of the past, and it’s something she needs to learn to do for her own character development.

favourite episode/etc: Leroux!Christine is my favorite Christine, with her independent streak but also genuine vulnerability. She’s also kind of dramatic, which is to be expected in a Gothic heroine.

otp: Both Erik/Christine and Raoul/Christine (the first pairing is dark and intriguing, the second is just so cute and one of the very few friends to lovers ship I like; I believe both men fulfill different but equally important roles in her life), but recently I’ve also got into Christine/Daroga (thanks to @wheel-of-fish, and mostly because they are the only ones who can somehow manage Erik, so they could bond over that), and Christine/Carlotta.

brotp: Christine and Meg!

ot3: Again, Erik/Christine/Raoul FTW.

notp: As I said above, I don’t like Kay!E/C, but that’s just my personal taste.

best quote:  “I am mistress of my own actions, Monsier de Chagny: you have no right to control them, and I will beg you to desist henceforth. As to what I have done during the last fortnight, there is only one man in the world who has the right to demand an account of me: my husband! Well, I have no husband and I never mean to marry!" You go, girl.

head canon: Very deep in her subconscious, maybe she suspected that there was something... not right with her Angel, but she held on that belief with all her heart to not give in to despair and grief. I know it’s very far-fetched, but it’s just a headcanon, after all.

Thank you!!! ❤

#sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes but i'm tired and rn i can't think/write in english #also as you can see i'm a multishipper and i'm fine with almost anything in this fandom #which exempts from stupid ship wars and character bashing #i'm too old for that shit lol #lvcilla #asks