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hello~

i honestly dunno what to write lmao. i have new ideas and such buy i do not know how to execute them through words :<

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phantom of the opera by gaston leroux + locations (part one)

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🎵CHA-CHA-CHACHA-CHA! What’s the stooory, Vicomte?🎵 

Wishbone’s always gonna be one of my favorite Raouls

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ended up coloring this one!

kay christine, leroux christine, alw christine

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WHERE ARE THE BUSTLES, CORSETS, HAIR PIECES, UMBRELLAS, AND FLORAL PRINTS, AND TOPHATS, AND WAISTCOATS, DRESSCOATS, COATS PERIOD?!?!??

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Amortentia

Thoughts of a phantom upon seeing a peculiar chorus girl

What sorcery have you casted upon me?

You have breathed a new purpose within this living corpse.

You make me yearn for longer days and shorter nights.

You are a nightingale that I shall listen to until the end of time.

You are a siren who has lured me into an ocean of emotions that I never thought I would ever feel as a mockery to human kind.

Your whole being is a golden labyrinth that I will glady be encapsulated in with immortality.

You are both my unbecoming and my strength.

What have you done to me, Christine Daaé?

Say the word and thy will shall be done.

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Erik and The Persian probably at some point in their friendship:

Erik: "Daroga! I fear that I may be dying!"

The Persian: "Has my peace finally come at last?"

Erik: "This is a serious matter!"

The Persian: "So is the peace my life deserves."

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Crawling Back To You

Summary:  Here in his underground kingdom, Erik has Christine under his every will. (E/C)

Warnings: sexual tension. I guess that’s it?

Inspired by the songs:

• "Do I Wanna Know?" by Arctic Monkeys

• “Chills – Dark Version” by Mickey Valen, Joey Myron.

• “Heaven” by Julia Michaels

• “I Put a Spell On You” by Annie Lennox

Tell me what you think after? Merci beaucoup!

(You can also imagine which Phantom you prefer here)

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Here in his underground kingdom, each and every one of her senses are always heightened.

Every step he take has Christine’s body shivering with chills as she gulped back her nervousness.

She felt everything melt away as she turned all of her attention to him, his porcelain-white mask covering half of his face adding to the allure of him.

Her heart seemed to beat with each and every step he take as he slowly make his way to her from across the room.

His golden eyes seemed to glow as he looked back at her and pin her on her place with a predatory look full of sweet promises that she really really need to have.

It was suddenly very humid in his lair, Christine could feel blood rushing to her cheeks.

She must have looked like a tomato right now.

His mere presence sets her world tilt out of axis that she almost dropped the glass of wine that she was now gripping tightly by its neck.

Yes, of course! It might just be the wine!, she thought.

But she herself knew that it’s a lie – an excuse for everything that she truly felt.

Yes, Christine Daaé has a crush on her masked Maestro.

He always had her under his spell from the moment they first met.

The way his hands would subtly brush against hers while he gave her the music sheets for the day.

The way he would look at her with all the love and longing when she would sing.

The way he would cheer her up with his magic tricks whenever she would feel blue.

When Erik removed his mask in-front of Christine after countless times of her voicing out her curiosity, her reaction surprised the two of them. Christine held the deformed side of his face with such care that Erik wept for hours as she rubbed his back in comfort.

From that then on, Erik began to open up more to Christine. He would tell her tales from his travels before settling down here under the Populaire and she would listen and give him all her attention.

He would also tell her of future pranks that he plan to act on with the managers. Sometimes, Christine would even join him in plotting some light and harmless pranks on them.

Erik would always choose to be on her side of things, even if sometimes she's in the wrong. He would listen to her talk about her day. He would hold her whenever she would miss her Papa.

He also did not belittle her when he would tell her about things that she does not know of and would gladly educate her about it!

Oh yes, Christine is extremely attracted to Erik.

Erik is also a gentleman who is always careful with her. Treating her with such care that no man had ever shown her.

But, Christine also knows the other reason why Erik would want her to always go first whenever he returns her up above. Sadly, him subtly checking her out is not as subtle as he try to be.

But it sure did lit up an uncontrollable flame within her.

A flame that only Erik can either tame or add fuel to with his whole being, especially with his voice.

Erik now stood in-front of Christine, breaking her from her thoughts. She watched as he slowly bent over her as he put a hand beside her head, making her sink further down on the couch.

Christine suddenly forgot how to breathe.

Erik tilted his head as he studied her.

Christine watch he as he took in every inch of her face with so much desire that all she could do is stare back at him with a wide-eyed gaze, her dilated eyes full of anticipation.

Noticing how close they are, Christine absentmindedly licked her lips and bit her lower lip.

Erik noticed this and smirked as he slowly pulled out her lower lip with his thumb, caressing it slowly in the process.

Christine fought the sudden urge to suck his thumb.

"Don't bite your lip, Miss Daaé." He whispered, his breathe warm on her face and scent tinged with the wine they were having. "It's such a shame for such luscious lips to bleed."

Christine felt her mind enter a daze. His voice was like molten gold that she would risk touching.

She would do anything for that voice of his.

"I would like you to move, Christine." Erik said lowly.

She would do anything for him.

"Move where?" Christine asked, voice wavering. Excitement seemed to rush course through her veins, making everything a haze except for him.

He has her at his mercy, wrapped around his finger, ready to bend at his will.

"You are sitting on my cape."

Christine was suddenly pulled back to reality as she turned and see that she is indeed sitting on his black cape that is unmistakably expensive and custom-tailored just for him.

The very black cape that secretly evades her dreams at night.

"I apologize," she said as she quickly stood up and moved away from the couch.

Christine felt as if a bucket of cold water was poured over her as realization dawned on her.

What the hell was she thinking?

"I believe that it is time to return above, my dear." She heard him say once again as he put on the said cape. “You have an early day tomorrow.”

Oh, that voice, she thought as she squeezed her thighs together.

On their way back above, Christine was silent as she silently beat herself for having such thoughts and acting in such way.

She felt so embarrassed with herself that she is compelled to go away from Paris and move back to Sweden and change her name and live deep in the woods where not a single soul will be able to find her.

Luckily, Erik was equally silent with their journey back, save for when he is telling her to watch her step when she would trip numerous times.

When they have finally reached the mirror leading to the primadonna's room, Erik opened the mirror glass. Christine was about to step out before she was pulled back again by a strong hand around her right wrist.

"Are you alright, Christine? You have been silent since we left the house." Erik said as he looked at her with genuine concern.

Christine had never felt so embarrassed. She was looking anywhere but Erik while thinking of an excuse and wishing for the ground to open and swallow her whole.

"It was nothing. I was just tired. Thank you for dinner though! Good night, Erik!"

Christine said all at once and gave him a small smile as she curtsied and was about to step out again.

Much to her dismay, Erik pulled her back. To her surprise, Christine now has her back on the wall and Erik decided to put each of his hands at each side of her head on the wall.

Well, she is certainly trapped now.

Christine realized once more that Erik is too close.

She felt herself get warm again at this realization as she squeezed her thighs with excitement.

Oh god, I hope he did not see me do that.

Erik chuckled lowly, making Christine once again lose all her thoughts and senses.

This man will be the death of her.

Christine saw Erik leaned in further and she closed her eyes.

Finally! To taste that sinfully sweet lips that she long craved for!

To be finally claimed as his as she equally claim him as hers!

Christine waited in anticipation as she felt his warm breath on her mouth, once again smelling the wine they drank awhile.

Christine felt her knees getting weak by the moment as she felt Erik press a long and gentle kiss on the side dangerously close to her lips.

She was certainly not expecting that.

Christine tried her best to hide her disappointment when Erik held a finger under her chin and gently made her look back to his golden eyes.

Oh god, those eyes.

"If you are to exceed expectations in this week's performance, I might give what you need, Miss Daaé." Erik said as he pressed a long kiss on Christine's forehead.

The kiss was gentler this time but, full of unspoken promises once more.

Erik then took a step back while gesturing her to finally step out of the mirror, an innocent smile on his face.

Christine stepped out of the mirror with shock written all over her face as she looked back and watched as he slid the glass back with a wink.

There is one thing Christine Daaé is certain for now, she can't wait to really please her Maestro this week.

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Hello!!

My name is Moon and I write stuff and I made this blog where I could post my work!

I mostly write PoTO stuff but I hope it will expand soon.

My ao3 is gashinaramen.

Enjoy!~