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yandere-writer-momo · 1 month

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I need some Karou Phantom on the Opera Headcannons, he lives in my head rent-free

Yandere Baki Short Stories:

The Phantom of the Opera

Yandere Phantom Hanayama Kaoru x Christine! Fem Reader x mentioned! Raoul Katsumi Orochi

Large hands lovingly traced up and down (your name)’s figure from the other side of the mirror. A dark eye observed her ethereal form prepare for her performance in awe. His beautiful muse, the Apple of his eye… his angel.

Hanayama pressed his lips against the mirror, his eye fluttered shut in bliss. Desire had him in its clutches and he had no interest in stoking the fires that burned within him. He desired (your name). He’s been alone for so many years, rotting in this opera house and he finally has an angel of his own… and he’d be damned if he let that Count Katsumi stole her away! All he had ever asked of her was her loyalty and he knew that devilishly handsome man had entranced her. Hanayama would not let her fall under Katsumi’s spell. He would save her!

Hanayama had prepared for his arrival in his dark dwelling for months now. (Your name) would be pampered and doted on endlessly. She would never need to worry about money or food. And certainly not about him having a fickle heart. Hanayama had plenty of connections to keep her satisfied beyond human comprehension. It’s the least he could do…

Hanayama had trained (your name) for months to perfect her melodic voice. She owed him… she belonged to him! And Hanayama would not let her escape his grasp when he finally has the love he’s always wanted within reach… (your name) was his for all of eternity.

Hanayama began to sing to catch his angel’s attention. His heart swelled with pride when she immediately responded with a bright smile. There she was! His obedient song bird…

Their voices perfectly sung together in harmony, his eye never left her form as she twirled in her beautiful gown in her dressing room. Just a bit closer to the mirror… there!

Hanayama pushed the mirror open and quickly snatched up his prize. His large palm pressed firmly against her mouth as he pressed numerous kisses to the side of her face.

“Oh my darling song bird… let’s go home.” Hanayama huskily whispered in her ear. “You needn’t this life any longer… you only need me and the music.”

(Your name) was still entranced by his magical melody as he pulled her through the tunnel behind the mirror. The mirror gently clicked shut behind the duo that would never be seen again.

This Phantom would never be lonely again… they have reached past the point of no return.

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hotpinkboots · 3 months

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~"𝓡𝓮𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼𝓪𝓵𝓼"~

(Erik Destler x Fem!Reader Fluff)

Summary: Erik had intended to assist you in rehearsing for the next performance. He soon finds he cannot be near you for long without melting in your mere presence.

Warning(s): It is mentioned that the actor the Reader must perform with is perverted (Erik isn't having that dw)

How long it took to write: 4 Hours

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The orchestra thundered from above the Phantom's lair, muffled, but loud enough for you and your lover to feel and hear. The world had stopped spinning, this moment in time was the only moment that had ever existed- it felt as though the world had been created just for the two of you. You danced across the floor with the Opera Ghost, Erik, of whose name only was allowed to grace your ears, and to be silenced and secret from all others.

Erik had insisted that he lead your dance rehearsals for this Opera, for seeing you dance lovingly with another man filled his chest with a fit of restricting jealousy so hot that it burned like wildfire. His fury was only heightened further when he had spotted the man earlier, staring at you in a perverted manner just as he had stared at all the other women. Erik would not allow you to be touched by the man longer than you had to on stage.

There was not much room to dance, but it sufficed. Anytime you'd knock a lit candle over, he'd catch the candelabra with a nimble hand without needing to tear his gaze away from your sweet features. His gloved hands guided your movements knowingly, for he had an excellent memory that allowed him to memorize and understand a dance in only a few practices.

After rehearsing the dance three times, Erik had decided he'd grown bored of it. The dramatic steps faded into a basic gentle box step. Erik's gloved hand lifted to smooth back the frizzed baby hairs on your hairline. He leaned in to press his warm lips against your forehead, allowing the kiss to linger. He turned his head to rest his left cheek atop your head. "You dance beautifully. Like an angel."

Your Phantom had compared you to the most heavenly of angels countless times. Although you may have gotten used to it with how often he repeated it, it never lost meaning for him. The masked gentleman truly found you to be the most divine of all. You were his angel, his goddess, his salvation.

You returned his affections by gliding the pads of your fingers tenderly up and down the back of his neck. He suppressed a shudder at the feel of your loving fingertips. How touch-starved he was to shudder at a simple caress. "Thank you," you accepted his sweet compliment humbly, a smile gracing your lips.

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persnicketypomelo · 2 months

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what do you think would happen if, say, book!Erik was in one of his breakdowns and instead of just dealing with all his self loathing and sobbing, reader just… picks him up? I don’t think he would weigh that much, with him being so skeletal and all, and so the only thing would be his height making it kind of physically awkward. I dunno, I think that he might have one of those reactions like when people throw cheese on babies heads when they’re crying, but also I think he would be like “is this???? Affection????!!” hah!

I felt like this was fitting for Valentine's

mentions of kidnap, obsessive tendencies, mentions of murder

Carrying the Phantom

To say he would be caught off-guard would be an understatement

Not only that you are lifting him, but the bold display of your affection as well

I feel like this would be his one moment of true shock--where he's truly doesn't know what to do

Only when you lay him down on the loveseat to rest his head on your lap does he regain his senses

Clutching the fabric of your clothing to his face, relaxing completely around you for the first time

While you stroke his head, he will murmur in words half rambling and half meant to be heard of how much he loves you, how you are his muse

His love for you was no lesser before, but I think this might be the first time he ever truly lowers his guard around you

If he kidnapped you and forced you into living with him, then he would have obvious reservations at all moments that you might be vying for escape

But even if not, he holds an overarching belief that he is not worthy or capable of being loved and having a normal relationship, that you don't truly want to be with him

Be warned though, the first time he experiences the utter bliss of being defenceless and being cared for, he will vie for your attention and admirations very frequently

Hoping to receive your praise and affections, but too guarded or shy to openly express it

I think his behaviour would be similar to seeking validation for his appearance: trying to catch your eye and trying to impress you with his musical capabilities

For his part, he would definitely enjoy singing gentle melodies as you drift off to sleep

And his music would be the primary way he communicates his love for you, since he is both isn't accustomed to expressing his love in more direct manners

Even if he appears averse to physical affection (though this is not truly the case) know that you are the inspiration for all his compositions

Erik despite his soft vulnerability in these moments, still has a possessive streak within him that will take significantly more time to undo

He is, after all, an experienced murderer

That is to say, perhaps no twisted act is out of the picture when it comes to love

#phantom of the opera #yandere #x reader #obsessive #reader insert #erik destler #erik phantom #gaston leroux #headcanons

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do2faj · 2 months

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The Phantom of the Opera fandom deserves more spicy drawings of Leroux based Erik and I am willing to take this matter into my own hands.

#and don't wait for any Erik x Christine #I'm self inserting like a MAN.#phantom of the opera #poto #phantom erik #phantom of the opera erik #erik phantom of the opera #erik phantom #erik and christine #erik the phantom #erik x reader #phantom of the opera x reader #phandom #leroux erik

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dervampireprince · 6 months

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ASMR | Phantom of the Opera - Erik x Listener SFW Returning To Your Phantom of the Opera

[M4A] [Part 3] [Reverse comfort] [Discussion of past kidnapping, self-hatred] [Listener is taking the place of Christine] [Kisses]

It's been a long time but he's back, or rather, you're back! You came back!

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imaginethebeautifulworld · 3 months

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So I was reading Phantom of the Opera and some of Erik's descriptions made me think so much of Gil! I remembered how amazing your Hades and Persephone fic was, and I was hoping you could do something with the Phantom too? Thanks so much!!!!

Hello, Anon! I absolutely adored Erik in the book, and now that I read your ask, I can easily see the similarities, too~ I grew up on a weird blend of the book, musical, and both the 2004 and Lon Chaney films; I tried to honor that blend in this a bit, but a majority was pulled from memories of the book. I hope you enjoy, and thank you for your patience~

The theatre was filled to bursting, the audience awed, riveted, mesmerized, your voice weaving an enchantment over hundreds of unsuspecting admirers.

He was proud of you.

Your voice reached him even in the highest and most of isolated rafters, a platform forgotten- abandoned- by the stagehands stationed several stories below. Your voice was full, carrying all of the strength and conviction and passion as the character you were playing.

Gone was the timid spirit he had stumbled upon all those years ago, broken and shattered from loss, left with only the protections of a then-aloof guardian and a firm, dispassionate teacher.

He was drawn to you from that first day, a twist of compassion, of understanding; in spite of your upbringing and (even then) impressive talent, you were still an outsider, your peers and the other students keeping their distance, leery of your background, and some envious even then.

Yes, the companionship and camaraderie would come in time, but in those first few months, he saw the same loneliness and sadness in you he'd once carried so heavily himself, and his heart ached to comfort you.

The first time he spoke to you was purely accidental, a slip of a whisper he prayed you would dismiss as a ghost, or mere imagination. He had grown too comfortable in answering you when you were alone, his voice always near silent as you spoke to your mother, your father, and sometimes the angels themselves.

It was the latter with which you had caught him, crying out with a broken heart after discovering another student had sabotaged your satin slippers, intent on seeing your failure, your embarrassment, and (as likely was the case with that particular little shrew) your dismissal from the school.

But you persevered, successfully completed your performance, never once showing your distress until you were away from the others. It was only then, hidden away in a forgotten practice room that you showed your anger, your sadness, your hopelessness. The mask had fallen, and he was once again struck by the beauty of the fractured soul he admired so deeply.

"Please," you whispered, and it broke his heart to hear it, "I feel so alone."

It ached, being unable to comfort you, seeing your progress and healing of the past few months tested so needlessly. He ached for you; he was angry for you.

"You are not alone."

It was a fleeting, foolish slip, his temper and his longing both getting the better of him. Your sudden silence choked his own breath, his entire body freezing in terror.

For a moment, for an eternity, there was naught but silence.

He didn't dare move, fearful of how even the slightest shift of fabric could give him away, could startle you, could-

"I was half-afraid I had gone mad, speaking with shadows and expecting them to finally reply."

You were... teasing him, only a little, though at the time he was still petrified that you would demand he reveal himself. You had moved closer to the false panel, studying it closely, seeking out any faults that might give away its secrets. For a moment, your eyes were perfectly level with his own, and he feared you could hear his heart racing in his chest.

But soon enough you had drawn away, crestfallen. "Perhaps I have gone mad," you murmured, sighing in defeat. "Perhaps the rumors are true, and you are nothing but a ghost."

Memories of his time spent serving in the court of a distant empire flickered to memory, a rueful sound resembling laughter slipped past his defenses. "Of the many things they may wish and claim me to be, dead is not yet among them."

Your focus once more returned to the panel, and he instinctively took a step back. "Please-" he began, quickly cutting himself off.

Where others would have pressed forward, you paused, then took several steps away from the wall, granting him his distance, a warm sense of appreciation, and another he couldn't name at the time, sparkling to the surface at the warm breath of relieved laughter you released soon after. "You- You're really there."

That moment, one he could still so clearly remember as the peripeteia, the decided, unexpected change to a familiar script, one which would set the trajectory of both of your lives for the next ten years. It would lead to many late nights spent in practice, in conversation, in debates about the literary characters you loved so dearly. "I am always here."

Your aria had drawn to a close, the spell broken by the deafening roar of the audience's applause, and Gilbert was pulled from his memories, unable to conceal his smile.

Brava, Schatz. Bravissima.

He stood to his full height and began to make his way towards the nearby ladder.

For your role, another scene yet remained- a joyful reunion between your character and the valiant hero following the defeat of the jealous villain, a happy end to a romance so riddled with tragedy.

Gilbert needn't see the ending; it was a tale as old as time.

His footsteps were silent and certain, following a path he could traverse in his sleep; he had already paced it many times in his dreams.

Of all the false doors he had constructed in his opera house, there was one he had yet to pass through, one which now loomed before him. The room beyond was bathed in the ethereal golden glow of candlelight, a world outside of the darkness, fueling even more of the torment already plaguing his mind.

He was haunted by his doubts, by his need to... His need to properly introduce himself.

You had risen so high, could fly even higher, could rise above anything the fools in this theatre could ever hope to imagine. With your voice, your grace, your elegance, and your perspicacity, he had no doubts you could soar to a realm where only angels once dare tread. Perhaps it was wrong to want to burden you, to-

Movement on the other side of the glass brought his thoughts once more to a standstill. You were laughing, carefree, glowing with happiness and a brilliant light which followed everyone through the corridors after a triumphant performance. His heart fluttered to see you so beautifully framed, a living portrait he yearned to touch.

He frowned at the thought.

These feelings...

He had cared for you when you first arrived, a deep friendship slowly growing, even as he never allowed you to glance upon him. Slowly, then almost in an erupting whirlwind, those feelings had adapted, deepened, solidified. He was left hoping, wishing...

You were an Angel, in the most benevolent, compassionate of ways, but even an Angel would surely shun a Devil's Child.

For that was what his eyes and his appearance had always been: that of a devil. And surely-

Another figure was entering the room, and you were quick to abandon the comfort of your velvet settee, rushing to embrace-

No.

You were laughing, falling into conversation with an ease that only came-

You were familiar with this... this boy.

Perhaps even intimate, his traitorous thoughts interfered, the herald to the invasive darkness which followed.

It was a cold, bitter thing, rising from the depths, twisting and corrupting his every breath.

He had been careless, allowing you your freedom, allowing you to slip away to the gilded sanctuary of your guardian's maison de ville.

This boy dared to presume he could even look upon you, let alone embrace you, speak with you so candidly, even addressing you by your given name-

Gilbert felt his rage, his envy, grow stronger, even as that bedamned Raoul finally departed for the evening, leaving your bright smile in his wake.

You often called Gilbert your "Angel of Music," a bringer of light to your once dreary and dark days. You used it affectionately, a term of endearment for one you saw as a companion, a compatriot in curiosity.

But much like his namesake, Gilbert was Fallen, cursed, a creature of shadows and Night.

It took so little to pull him back into the Darkness, and now, with the sting of envy plaguing his every thought, Avarice and Doubt whispering in his ear, his ambitions had changed.

You were his.

He would ensure no one else could dare claim you, would have the slightest chance at your heart.

With skill honed from years of practice, Gilbert silently slid open the trap door, his voice carrying over to you in a tone he himself barely recognized. "Insolent boy. The impertinence of him, sharing in our triumph."

You startled at his voice, turning to him instinctively, your eyes widening in disbelief, before you graced him with your brightest smile yet.

Your joy glittered with more radiance than any star in the heavens, but its glimmer eclipsed your awareness, obscuring the darkness in the figure stealing ever closer.

"Hello, Engel."

Thanks for reading!

Special shout-out to @the-scribe-and-her-scribbles for unwittingly inspiring me today to finally sit down and write. She's an amazing writer, and if you haven't checked it out already, I highly recommend her ongoing series It Will Come Back.

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madreemeritus · 8 months

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「Kissie Spot」

(Lon Chaney Erik x GN Reader) Romantic, sugestive but SFW

Another fanfiction, yay! This is Lon Chaney's version of Erik because the silent movie is my favorite adaptation. I'm not used to write self-insert fanfictions soooo plz give me a break 🥹 the Reader is gender neutral by the way 👍🏽 have good reading :3

You woke up after a comfortable night sleep in a bed shaped like a swan. The few seconds after awakening were enough for you to remember the events of the previous day: you were courted by the Phantom of the Opera himself, the mysterious specter in the darkness. He brought you to his subterranean abode and trusted enough to tell you his true name: Erik. Gods, he loved you! The fearsome nameless legend that prowled the theater was madly in love with you. It felt weird, like acidic butterflies dancing inside you. It was strange, even frightening at one point, but at the same time… tender. Like a hidden desire touched on in the most libertine of nights.

You get up in bed and observe the room around you, everything was perfectly architected as a dark lair. The style of the catacombs reminded you of the so-called 'barbarian architecture' of the Dark Ages, a name given by the Renaissance that sounded rather insensitive towards 'gothic' sculptures. Everything that referred to the occult, the demonic and the incomprehensible was fascinating to you, and apparently, to the Phantom as well.

Your thoughts are interrupted when macabre and terribly dramatic music is played on the pipe organ. The melody rang through your ears like a siren's voice seduces sailors; it was impossible not to lean towards the triumphant spectacle. If, on just one instrument, music disturbingly penetrated your soul, you imagined what it would be like to hear the piece in a large and phenomenal orchestra. You left the room and headed towards the masked man. He played the pipe organ like no other musician, it was the darkest, most intense and most pleasurable way you will ever witness. You approach Erik and tap him on the shoulder, eliciting a noticeable anxiety that sends shivers down his spine.

— Oh! You're awake... - Erik said, sighing - I... I made you breakfast. You can stay here for as long as you like.

Erik, in contrast to the chivalry of the day before, felt shy and unsure of himself when talking to you. It's like he can't believe you stayed in his house without dying or running away in the middle of the night.

— I appreciate it, but I'm not hungry right now. – you answer, running your fingers gently over his shoulders – What song was that? Did you write it?

— Oh, yes – Erik pointed to the sheet music in front of him, written 'Don Juan Triumphant' – Ever since I laid eyes on you, this song echoes through my head. The sound of love triumphant.

If it weren't for the ominous, pale mask, you'd be able to watch Erik's face redden – just as your own face did. He played again, this time less immersed in the feeling. Visibly uneasy... your presence was like a test to him, and even more so for his proximity. You decide to break that invisible barrier, sit down next to Erik and wrap one of your arms around his back.

— It must be a divine triumph, judging by that small piece of the play.

— A-ah, yes... - Erik replies, feeling a little more courageous with all the praise he received – I put all my inner demons into this work. But there is beauty in everything, even the most vile of gargoyles... in my music, that's how it is.

Comments of that nature always came out in a sad tone from the Phantom's lips. Judging by his anxiety and the mask that covered his face at all times, you'd come to the conclusion that he had a lot of issues with self image. After all, who would isolate themselves from the world, in a catacomb, if not to escape the horrors outside? But you wanted Erik to trust you, just as you placed your trust in him when you accompanied him underground.

— Erik – you call him, resting your head on his shoulder – Can I see your face?

Upon hearing this question, Erik shuddered and stopped playing, abruptly pulling away from you.

— D-don't ever ask me to do that! Please, my angel, I... I don't have a face. What I have is the remains of a face, a carcass abandoned and despised by the Gods. No one must see my face... especially you.

— Why do you say that? You do not trust me? – you approach him again and join your hands in his.

— I… I trust you, but… – Erik stammered, his eyes filled with tears – Not even my parents loved me. They rejected me for my face, just like everyone else... that's why I live in hiding, to avoid going through the same horrors as before.

Your chest ached with sadness hearing those harsh words. You couldn't imagine how a father, a mother, could be so cruel to their own child! You had no idea how broken Erik was, after so many years in a cycle of pain and rejection. You slowly approached and hugged him, feeling him shudder at first. Erik got emotional and hugged you back, still a little hesitant; his hot tears fell onto your shoulder.

— I'm not going to lose all feelings I have for you just because you have a different face. You are an amazing and lovable person, Erik. Please don't let anyone convince you otherwise.

— Oh… – the masked man laid his head on the crook of your neck, barely able to believe that moment.

Erik pulled away from the hug, his hands shaking and sweating cold. He looked paler than usual. With his head down and his gaze averted from his, Erik takes his hand to the mask and slowly removes it, revealing more and more the morbid and slightly yellow skin. Once his face was completely revealed, he kept his eyes tightly closed as his body became more and more trembling. His skin was abnormally glued to the face, forming a cadaverous image with two holes for a nose. His eyes were very sunken, just like a skeleton. His thinness, what little remained of his lips and its strange coloring referred to the very image of death. Furthermore, the black cloth that accompanied the white mask revealed a bald spot on his head.

Silent seconds – that seemed like hours – were enough for you to analyze that deformity as a whole. The only thing you dared to do was reach your right hand to Erik's face, stroking his cheek. He immediately let out a sigh, scared at first, but relaxed as he felt that caress.

— You see? I said nothing would change between us. – you finally said.

— Oh... - Erik finally opened his eyes and had the courage to face you. He covered your right hand with his, intoxicated by your touch – You... are truly... an angel. My angel…

Erik chastely kissed the palm of your hand. You didn't stop there, instead you hugged him tightly. He didn't say anything else, just sobbed in a silent cry. There was no need to say anything at that moment. While he was distracted – hopelessly immersed in your embrace – you took the opportunity to tuck your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the sweet masculine scent he had. Erik jumped at the scent he received.

— Wh-what are you doing?

— Sniffing you, silly. – Don't you like it?

Erik thought for a moment. He didn't want to be inappropriate, too needy, or even sound like a pervert. Yet, your fondness was undeniable... it was like an addictive drug he didn't want to retire from. He nodded slowly in affirmation, his face was noticeably flushed. You continued the affection, sniffing and kissing Erik's neck as he let out short, shy sighs. You dared, kissing even his cheek; you felt his salty tears on your tongue, which only emboldened you more. With your hands, you lowered Erik's head to your shoulders and placed a long kiss on his bald head.

— Y-you don't have to do that – he said, stuttering and shuddering, while you continued to place several kisses on his head – I'm not, ah!, I'm not worthy of this affection…

— Yes, you are worthy – you said, finally – And I am willing to kiss all over your body, if you allow me.

Erik smirked and bit his lip, like a child eager for a gift. He stands up, still shy but feeling a slight surge of confidence.

— So... Do you want to go to your room?

You smiled, excited by the invitation, and took Erik's hands.

— I'd love to – you said at last, leading him to your room where you've woken up that morning.

Doing your best to respect his space and time, you wait for him to sit on the bed and continue trailing kisses down his face and neck. Erik gently hugged your waist, sliding his fingers down your back once in a while. He was very quiet, but always flushed and smiling as he received your touches – sometimes he let out a soft giggle. Your hands dared to lift the fabric of his pants, revealing the scarred, pale skin of his legs, which made him pull away again.

— Oh! Sorry, I didn't expect that! – he said awkwardly – M-my legs are not a pleasant sight…

— What do you mean?

— Look at me, I'm sickeningly skinny, I barely have any body hair, and… well, those blue veins are very noticeable. And not just on my leg...

— Erik… – you ran your hand over the musician's trembling shins – I think you're beautiful from head to toe. And jumpy veins are normal, everyone has them.

— But mine are different! It was... years... years of slavery that punished my body so much... these scars, they...

— They don't matter. All of that is in the past, Erik. You're here with me – you kissed him passionately on the lips, which made him gasp over your nose – That's what matters now.

You slowly lowered yourself over his body, placing a light kiss on his leg. Feeling him approve of your attitude, you continued kissing each scar, each bluish and bulging vein that caused so much agony and bad memories. Erik managed not to make any undue noises, instead he lied back on the bed and closed his eyes, appreciating your affection. But he wasn't prepared for your next step: you lifted his pants higher and kissed his inner thigh, which made him accidentally let out a moan of pleasure. It had mere seconds, but loud enough for you to hear. He was terribly embarrassed, redder than a strawberry.

— F-forgive me, I… tried not to…

You laugh softly and grab him by the waist.

— It's okay, Erik. We don't need to go further if you don't want to – you crawl towards his chest, until their faces meet – But there's no need to be ashamed of feeling pleasure.

With those words, Erik felt as if pounds of guilt and anxiety had been lifted off his shoulders. He felt comfortable, happy, calm, all around you. During his years living under violence, slavery and isolation, he never thought he would find a place so comforting. This place was you, your love, your hug, your smell, everything you could offer.

— Oh… my angel… I couldn't ask for a better gift.

— I say the same – you answer, kissing him again on the lips and feeling his skin rubbing against yours – I love you, Erik.

He smiled while more tears ran down his face. The Phantom of the Opera was loved, loved for what he was. He was saved by your love.

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short-honey-badger · 27 days

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✨️Update✨️

Chapter 1 of Heavenly Demon is up! Come join me on AO3!

Ryomen Sukuna has been the demon of the Opera House for decades. He longs for glory of his own but knows that his...extra features would have him burned at the stake. That is until he meets little you, curled up and crying at the feet of a stone angel in the chapel that is rarely in use. As the years pass, the girl grows into a talented young woman, taught by Sukuna himself. However, the night of her debut, a man from her past arrives and flips their world upside down. (A Phantom of the Opera rewrite)

The young woman debates with herself. Suku wouldn't be too upset with her if she was a little late, would he? She didn't know, and you were nervous to find out. But it had been so long since she spoke with someone who knew her when her father still lived, and dinner outside of the theater sounded so nice. She glances back at the lonely spider lily that sits on her vanity and then back to the bluebells that she holds and makes her decision.

“Give me a moment to get ready. I can't very well go out dressed in just my nightgown.”

Gojo could cry to the heavens with how excited he is, but settles for telling you to take your time and that he and Getou would wait outside for her.

Unknown to the three of them, the demon has listened to the entire exchange, and hot rage boils in his chest. How dare they. He seethes in silence, all four eyes trained on the white-haired moron who thinks he can take his student away. Ryomen Sukuna would show this interloper exactly who he was intruding upon, and he would show his dear student that he did not tolerate her tardiness.

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hypocriticaltypwriter · 1 year

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🎭🥀𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐔🥀🎭

"𝐈𝐧 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞…"

Yall this was so hard to draw istg, but I'm super proud of it and this AU~!! I'll be posting more art of it sometime soon! As well as a little backstory/changed up storyline~💜🥀💜

#rottmnt #rottmnt oc #🍊💜#tamsitello #rottmnt x oc #rottmnt fanart #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt au #rottmnt self insert #rottmnt self shipping #au #fanart #crossover #phantom of the opera #phantom of the opera au #phantom of the opera fanart

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familiars-journal · 11 months

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Journal entry #3: Rules

Hello everyone! Thank you for your patience. Here are the rules for this lovely blog.

I will write:

• Romantic or platonic pairings

• Self insert (x reader)

• Pairings (canon or otherwise. I’ll do my best with rarepairs!)

• I think I will write NSFW here. However, I have the right to deny any requests that makes me uncomfortable.

• Yandere

• Headcanons/imagines/one-shots

•I write GN by default but please specify if you want specific pronouns/gender preferences as well as body type preferences.

I will NOT write:

• Incest

• NSFW/romantic scenarios for underage characters

• Scat/watersports

• Ageplay

• CNC/dubcon

• Proships DNI. You are not welcome here.

Fandoms/characters I’ll write for:

*🔥 next to name are characters I’ll do NSFW for

RENFIELD:

• Robert Montague Renfield (Hoult or Frye!) 🔥

• Teddy Lobo 🔥

• Rebecca Quincy 🔥

THE BOY

• Brahms Heelshire 🔥

THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

{(Musical/04/1990/Leroux) please specify which iteration!}

• Erik (The Phantom)🔥

HALLOWEEN HORROR NIGHTS

• Chance 🔥

• Lady Luck 🔥

• Julian Browning (The Usher) 🔥

• Paulo Ravinski (The Director) 🔥

• Eddie Schmidt🔥

• Dr. Mary Agana (Bloody Mary) 🔥

• Boris Shuster 🔥

TERRIFIER

•Art the Clown 🔥

Fandoms/characters I will NOT write for:

• Jeepers Creepers

• Patrick Bateman

• The Grabber

• Erik/Christine

More slashers coming soon! Sorry for the small list; I must do more research to do them justice. If you have anyone that you’d like me to write as I know the list of horror icons is very long, please send me an ask and I’ll make sure to take note of it! Also if there’s a character that isn’t listed under the fandoms above, feel free to send an ask requesting that character and I’ll do my best!

-R. M(od). Renfield

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justaduckarts · 1 year

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What if DCA x Reader but Phantom Of The Opera?

Reader is a talented singer who travels from place to place performing. Then one day they visit this theatre that’s pretty old. Things are normal at first; they are coming every day to prep for their big performance.

But then little gifts and notes start appearing on the vanity in their dressing room.

And then one night they stay later than the rest of the crew to practice part of the choreography they are struggling with. And in the quiet, they hear it- a piano....

#justaduckarts #phantom of the opera #au idea #fnaf #daycare attendant fnaf #this has possessed me #what if #fnaf sun and moon #reader insert

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hotpinkboots · 1 year

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KEEP PUTTING REQUESTS IN DARLINGS, REMEMBER YOU CAN REQUEST AS MANY AS YOU WANT! I accepted about 15 requests and deleted the others, so keep filling up the inbox :D

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persnicketypomelo · 7 months

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obsession, vampires, supernatural abilities, mentions of biting

Special Halloween series

Vampire Erik Headcanons

Going for a more general approach, but pulling mostly from the book

Erik already exhibits many…nocturnal qualities as it is, even without adding any supernatural elements

He is not all too keen on sunlight; lives far below the opera house in isolation from society; prefers to lurk, unseen, in the dark

His skin is sickly and lifeless, weathered like parchment, and his skeletal frame struggles to fill the clothes he wears

Even in the book, he seems never to need to eat or drink

He even sleeps in a coffin!

If anything, being a vampire makes Erik’s every eccentricity connect naturally

Erik rarely feeds as he prefers to keep to himself in the solitude of his dwelling

But when the need eventually strikes, he makes a great event of it, wandering to the surface at nightfall, selecting his target with deliberation

He generally tries to target those who would not be missed from the world: traffickers, evildoers, the corrupt

Though he is by no means a force of good in any way

The phantom is careful not to drink from those in the opera house

As it stands, his relationship with the workers and management is strained at best, even before the new managers come along

The last thing he wants is to egg even more fools into pestering him and attempting to flush him out more than they already do

But in the case of unfortunate stragglers who wander into his domain of their own volition…

Well, let’s say his policy of not feeding from the members of the opera house can be overlooked in these…extenuating circumstances

When Joseph Bouquet’s body was found, dangling from a rope, curiously, two inexplicable punctures in the side of his neck were present as well

And when it comes to you...

His hands quiver at touching you, not only due to depravity of human contact, but also from a vast, irrepressible desire for your blood

Despite his gaunt frame, his vampiric nature grants him supernatural strength

His hand shudders with restraint, knowing that he could easily break you if he is not careful, knowing that he could lose control if his thirst clouds his reason

I think this version of Erik would be more patient and restrained than the normal iteration of himself

Age and wisdom mellows out his more extreme tendencies

Furthermore, the extreme speed, strength, and hunger means he has had to develop the maturity to curb his emotional outbursts, as indulging them could wreak havoc

Even with all the comparative wisdom this vampiric version of Erik has garnered, he is still so helplessly allured to your youth and innocence

And if you show acceptance and empathy not only towards his physical flaws, but also to his supranatural side...

Needless to say, the Phantom is beyond smitten, harbouring an obsession too fiery and intense to even possibly contain

Being the object of his fixation is even more dire for you with this version of Erik

His heightened senses can easily catch wind of your position, smelling your trail with the ease of a bloodhound

You have no hope of outrunning him, overpowering him, or even the permanence of his death

If escaping the human version of the Phantom seems a nigh impossible task, then it will take a divine miracle to escape vampire Erik

It is best for your own sake that you avoid ever attracting his interest

Else live the rest of your life by the side of an immortal being with no possibility of escape

#x reader #reader insert #phantom of the opera #erik destler #obsessive #yandere #gaston leroux #phantom of the opera x reader #headcanons #erik phantom #vampire #halloween #all hallows eve

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fanfic-she-wrote · 1 year

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🤒✊ for Erique Claudin if you can! You write so awesome!

Taking Care of You

Claudin x reader. Reader has a cold and Claudin takes care of them. No warning just fluff. Hope you like it!

🤒Needing to be looked after

✊Protecting (I wasn’t sure how to write this. He’s protecting the reader from germs 😆)

From this prompt list

It had been a couple of days since you had shown up to practice at the Paris Opera House and Claudin was beginning to get worried. You weren’t the type to miss work. You loved playing the cello, so much in fact that it felt like it was a part of you. After rehearsals had finished for the day, he quickly packed up his things and decided to pay you a little visit.

Upon approaching your apartment he noticed all the lights were off, except one in where he supposed was your upstairs bedroom. Carefully, he knocked on the door. He stood there for a moment waiting anxiously, fiddling with the handle on his violin case. It took a couple minutes, but you did answer. Claudin stood there shocked. He had never seen you like this. Your hair was tied back in a messy bun, and you wore a long robe with a blanket draped over your shoulders. Your eyes were dark and tired. “My dear, Y/N, are you alright?” He asked reaching towards you. “I have a bit of a cold, Im afraid.” You answered, you nose sounding stuffy.

“May I come in?” He asked in a soft, gentle voice.

“I don’t want you to catch it.” You answered, stepping back. He was your best friend…although you wished he was more. He was the last person you’d want to get sick.

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me. You need some looking after.” Claudin insisted. Too tired to argue, you let him in. “Let’s get you to bed. I’ll make you some soup.” He said, taking you by the arm and guiding you up the stairs.

“I appreciate it, Enrique.” You told him as you entered your bedroom, where he helped you into your bed and tucked you in.

“I owe you one.” You added.

“Think nothing of it. Just get some rest. I’ll be right back.” Claudin replied, waving it off. All that he wanted was you to feel better, even if it meant he would get sick too. He loved you and hated seeing you this way. Although, he would not tell you. He didn’t want to risk losing you. He was never much lucky in love so why should this be any different?

You watched him as he left the room and disappeared into the hall. He was always so sweet to you. Why you didn’t know? Maybe that was just his way. He was also sweet to Christine, you noticed…which for some reason made you feel a little jealous. Something you weren’t proud of, but it couldn’t be helped.

A few minutes later he returned a bowl of soup in hand. “Here you are.” He said, sitting down on the side of your bed. You noticed he had taken off his coat and jacket.

“Thanks again.” You spoke, your voice cracking.

“Anytime.”

After finishing the soup, you began to feel sleepy and started to drift off. “Get some rest. I’ll be downstairs if you need me.” He assured you as he got up.

“Enrique?” You called, grabbing his arm gently.

“Yes?”

“I love you.” You were so sleepy and dazed from your cold that you hadn’t realized what you said. Claudin’s heart skipped a beat. Did you mean it? He wondered. No, you couldn’t. You had a cold and didn’t know any better. Still he liked hearing it, especially from you. He watched as you slowly closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep. He leaned down and placed quick kiss on your forehead.

“I love you too.”

#claudin x reader #the phantom of the opera 1943 #enrique claudin #claude rains #x reader #reader insert

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dervampireprince · 3 months

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ASMR | POTO - Erik x Listener NSFW Introducing The Phantom of the Opera to Intimacy [N!!SFW Patreon Preview]

[M4A] [Non-specific genitalia for listener] [Vers bottom listener] [First time] [Praise] [Reverse comfort] [Fingering on listener] [Oral on speaker] [Non-specific penetration on listener]

TW: There is a mention of Erik starting to now eat more to get to a healthier weight and describing himself as "all skin and bone", eating disorders are not discussed but wanted to mention this here in case even just that mention of weight and food would be an uncomfortable surprise for anyone.

This month's second Patreon fledgling tier exclusive spicy audio. FantasyPrincess asked for "I was thinking maybe a listener's first time audio? with Erik I'm thinking a mutual first time with lots of sweetness and checking in from both sides; just a lot of innocence and praise", Fern said "A first time with Erik would be so sweet!", Primrose Path said "The first time with Erik idea is a thing I didn't know I needed until now. ", GhostlyLurker said "Massive agree on the first time with Erik! Would be so soft and sweet".

Thank you all for the well wishes! My voice is back and I've been able to start recording again. Sadly still a bit sick and the aches in my legs haven't gone away. On a couple types of medication at the moment now and hopefully they work without making me more sick, but it's still meds so might be a bit a tired for a while.

Old public spicy audios on sound gasm (link in pinned post). 2 Exclusive spicy audios on Patreon every month. I also stream on Twitch every week @ dervampireprince . [minors + ageless blogs dni. this blog is for 18+ only.] [do not repost/reupload/edit any of my content]

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kawaii-angelanne · 2 years

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writing takoyaki sprinkled with love | tamaki amajiki x reader

so, i decided to put my thoughts and journey writing my last oneshot in a separate post because i could not fit it in the actual oneshot. if you haven't read that oneshot yet, please do so here! it's a 16k oneshot (i'm sorry it's so long), friends to lovers with tamaki amajiki full of misunderstandings and pining! now, let me go on about why i wrote tamaki, the reader, the other characters, and the kiss scene the way i did!

tamaki is my top three favorite anime crushes (the other two being kenma and fat gum; gundham tanaka is really high up there), so i really wanted to do him and his character justice. i read his personality blurb in his wiki over and over and watch multiple compilations. while some writers like to write tamaki as this too-nervous-to-function, nervous, shy boy, i found him to not be that in the original source material. like, in compilations, he never stuttered once except when he was getting complimented from everyone and overwhelmed. he’s more down on himself and more reserved, so i focused more on writing him like that. if you have any differing opinions on how i wrote him, please comment below! i would love to know what you think /nm

when i write the reader, i try to avoid adding too much personality and any other defining traits about them to be more inclusive of everyone. however, for certain plot points to work, i have to add some personality. for the reader’s case, i had a few personality traits set for them: bad at lying/jumpy, a little introverted, clueless, and caring for their friends. i needed them to be bad at lying/jumpy, so it wouldn’t be hard for them to cave in about the takoyaki and their crush tamaki. they had to be a little introverted in order to relate to tamaki and for tamaki to feel comfortable to relate to her but not too introverted, so they could initiate some scene with tamaki. i also needed them to be clueless, so they could fall for the other characters’ excuses and not be able to realize that tamaki likes them on their own. lastly, i needed them to be caring for their friends because of their quirk and how they use it with others.

because of nejire's curious and lowkey omniscient persona, i wanted to use her to instigate situations and serve as a way for the reader to know more about the reader and their quirk. i had originally planned for the reader's best friend, yaginuma, to have a crush on nejire, but scrapped it last minute. mirio, being the only one left in the big three, was perfect to use for all of the misunderstandings and catalyst to get tamaki to confess. because mirio's tamaki's best friend, tamaki would be conflicted over being upset at his friend for taking his crush like that but would ultimately, due to his nature, be like "no, y/n is better off with mirio; he shines so much brighter than me." but, yeah, i hope i did those characters justice! i didn't go as in depth with my research for them, but i hope i wasn't too off.

i’m never confident in my kiss scenes, but this one is the exception. i wrote it around 2-3 a.m. and stared at the three pictures below to help me. since the reader was cupping tamaki’s face, i had to work my kiss around that, but i didn’t know how it worked. so, i searched up “kissing cupping by face” and found the first two pictures. then, i remember that the phantom of the opera 25th anniversary had a kiss scene where christine is cupping the phantom’s place (sorry if i spoiled the phantom for you)! so, i saw that, and i didn’t remember that the phantom held christine hands over his cheeks. i just knew i had to add that in because it screamed tamaki amajiki. so, i made them have two kisses rather than one to fit it in (not counting the peck at the end).

#tamaki amajiki x reader #tamaki amajiki #mirio togata #nejire hado #phantom of the opera #(strangely)#bnha x reader #《angel writes》#《angel talks》#reader insert

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