#2004 phantom of the opera imagine

[monoghost]

𝒟𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒

(No TW just comfort)

   There he stood across the room not really grasping why you so suddenly came to him without uttering a word even in response to his own, that is until he saw the look in your eyes. His gaze soften upon seeing your melancholy expression, the way your head hung low, and your hands dejectedly falling at your sides. Initially, he was worried he had upset you but upon observing you he knew it wasn’t that, you had something much more pressing going on. Although he couldn’t quite read exactly what was causing you such distress he just knew the emotions you had felt by one look at the way you carried yourself. You hadn’t dared to meet his stare knowing that if you did so everything would come crashing down at once, and the weight of the burden you were carrying would become too much for you to bare. You refused to let the pools that were building in your eyes overflow in front of him. He noticed you holding back, it slightly pained him as he would never want you to feel the need to put up a front around him. He slowly made his way towards you, his eyes fixated on your gloomy expression. Although Erik wasn’t one to typically initiate large amounts of physical affection in the relationship as you both were still fairly new to this however at this moment none of that mattered. All that matters is that you’re in front of him in need of his soft touch and protective grasp. He slowly reached for your hand taking it into his own then lifting it softly to his lips all the while maintaining eye contact with you even if you tried looking away. The way you so helplessly stared at him absolutely broke his heart, he knew you struggled with so many things all at once but to see how truly distraught you are in this moment made it all more real. He stared softly before gently wrapping his arms around you his right hand subconsciously guiding itself to the back of your head to pull you into his embrace, and the other slowly running up and down your back.

“Everything is okay now, I promise you my love I’m here.” He spoke so softly and delicately while running his hand down the back of your head. This was enough to set you over the edge, tears falling rampant from your now reddened cheeks as you raised your hands to grasp the material of his shirt from his chest your other hand grasping the back.

“I’ll protect you I promise, share your burden with me Angel don’t hold back it’s only me.” His voice was so soothing to the burning of your heart, he was so genuine and was happy to comfort you the way you have with him. His delicate words and voice caused you to bury your face into his neck just so you could feel more surrounded by his protective presence. Recalling everything that had caused you to be this way your shoulders shook as you now audibly sobbed into him. It was so much emotion at once, the overwhelming feeling of affection you’re getting from Erik, the sadness you held in your heart, and your gratitude for finally having someone to genuinely try to soothe the wounds of your heart. 

Upon hearing your audible sobs he softly shushes you while pulling your body impossibly closer to his own. 

“When you’re ready tell me what’s going on but for now I’ll just hold onto you until you’ve calmed.” He softly reassured leaving gentle kisses on the side of your head and the tip of your ear. Although you didn’t tell him what was on your mind that night he still stuck beside you and held onto you giving comforting words here and there without forcing anything out of you. He simply stuck by your side the entire night until you fell asleep in his embrace once he had taken you to lie down, your face still buried into the side of his neck while he held you with both arms. Although it was a simple gesture it was truly all you needed and he understood that happily caring for the person he loved more than absolutely anything.

[operas-phantom]

Squished Erik- that is I -thinks that whoever is taking the time to read this and care for someone like him is a very interesting person. Possibly deranged, but he cannot deny thinking greatfully of such a person anyhow.

He also wonders why he is squished. Perhaps it is the fault of the Vicomte, or Carlotta. He will get vengeance with his squished lasso and squished sword.

Do you guys like my meme? It’s.. the meme-sic of the night.. see I made the picture look squished.. do not worry for Erik’s safety.. also, the Vicomte is innocent in this, and Carlotta as well.. note that Erik is trying to act kinder to them. SEE, CARLOTTA? NOW ACTUALLY TAKE MY DAMNED MUSIC ADVICE FOR I FEAR THE RAT POISON WILL NOT WORK ON YOU DESPITE YOU BEING A RAT!

[lickkuid]

Okay, just imagine-

Modern AU: Christine with her and Erik’s daughter. Erik is the one behind the camera taking the picture as Christine teaches her a piece of Erik’s music. Meanwhile Erik is tearing up as he watches his girls 🥹

Okay now I’m crying

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[henrysglock]

so like jamie…if there’s any chance you want to play another insane tragic villain…would you consider…you’ve already been in sweeney todd…you could knock it out of the park…i may or may not be on my knees begging pleading shaking sobbing—

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

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Happy Halloween! ( •̀ .̫ •́ )✧

This took me longer than I wanted to admit and I'm obviously late 😭 But here it is! Did a poll on Tumblr about which character GhostJade should dress up as for Halloween, and Phantom of The Opera was the top one.

I took the colors/vibe from the 2004 movie with Gerard Butler and Emmy Rossum. Ghost with that mask looks better than I imagined! Jade is just so fun to draw as usual (not the dress though 😭)

Anyway, hope you like it and let us all welcome MWIII! ✨

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[forthegothicheroine]

It's extremely funny in retrospect that the Phantom of the Opera fandom after the 2004 movie had such a big thing about the word "fop." People who hated Raoul would use that word almost exclusively; I can only assume there was some popular fic that used it and it caught on as a meme. People can think whatever they want to about a character, but look at Patrick Wilson in the movie.

That is a guy. That's not even a dandy. That is the most conventionally dressed upper class 19th century guy I can imagine. He wore his army dress to a masquerade party. He spends most of the movie in what's basically a tux except when the shirt gets ripped open. That is what you find in the encoclopedia when you look up "attractive old timey guy."

[nerdanel01]

Emmrook at the Opera

In honor of Sylvia confirming Emmrich’s occasionally into a “bold Orlesian opera” (one of the most exciting things to ever happen to me), I wanted to put together this little post on resources for anyone who might be curious about the genre, or want to incorporate it into their fic writing.

It’s going to be a little USA-heavy because I do, unfortunately, live in the land of hamburgers and assault rifles, but the silver lining is that I also live in the country that created this:

The Metropolitan Opera House in NYC has to be one of the largest opera houses in the world, at least partially because of the fact that it was built much more recently than many of the old ones. When it’s full, it fits over four thousand people in it. I once took a tour of the backstage with one of my best friends who told me, partially in jest, “Wow, I’ve never seen you look at your boyfriend the way you’re looking at this building.” I broke up with that boyfriend like a year later, but the Met is my love for life. I love the red velvet on the walls and the seats. I love the giant Marc Chagall paintings. I love the sputnik chandelier. I love the peeling gilt gold on the ceilings, which I often have a perfect view of from my seats in the nosebleeds. The Met is my boo. 

Onto the resources!

If you just want to watch a movie that FEATURES opera but is not specifically an opera:

Moonstruck - Cher tries to invite her fiance’s brother (Nicholas Cage) to her wedding. Can you imagine what happens to Cher and Nicholas Cage next. Features the both of them on a date at the Met Opera (my beloved!) and excerpts from La Boheme. One of my all time fave movies, I identify deeply with Cher’s grandfather in the film. 

Falling for Figaro is a pretty cute romcom about a finance chick who quits her job to pursue her dream of becoming a soprano. 

And listen like the singing in Phantom of the Opera (2004) is. Not great. (I’m sorry Gerard Butler, I loved you when I was twelve.) But the opening sequence of the rolling camera pulls through the opera house as the overture plays will haunt me for the rest of my life. 

If you’ve never seen an opera before, and want to watch one (either online or in person), I recommend starting with one of these:

La Boheme - One of the most popular operas, period. Also, it’s literally RENT. Beat for beat, from ‘will you light my candle’ to ‘la vie boheme,’ it’s RENT, just sung in Italian and set in Paris. (Spoilers, the ending in the opera is more tragic.)

L’Elisir D’Amore - If you like Agnes and Emmrich because you enjoy watching two idiots who are obviously in love with each other pine for each other, this is a good one. Very sweet. One of my faves.

The Barber of Seville - I think this one is very approachable if you think of it as a comic version of Sweeney Todd, if Sweeney had no tragic backstory and Jamie was a young noble. It’s a romance, shenanigans are had, and Largo al Factotum is one of the biggest bops of all time. 

My personal favorites also include Akhaten, La Fille Du Regiment, Le Nozze di Figaro, and Turandot, but your mileage may vary with these—Akhnaten is very contemporary, productions of Turandot sometimes feature some pretty heckin’ yikes orientalism. 

If you want to listen to opera music:

WQXR is NYC’s Classical Music Station. In addition to their regular classical music stream (which is also very good) they have a separate stream of just opera music called Operavore. (I also love New Sounds, but the streams vary wildly and its definitely an acquired taste.)

The Met broadcasts a series of live Sunday radio transmissions every year starting in the spring, available online and also via WQXR.

The Chicago Lyric Opera has a bunch of their live streams archived online.

I have also made a playlist where I’ll be adding all the songs featured in my Emmrook fics. :)

If you want to watch an opera stream online:

OperaVision

There’s this incredible list from OperaWire

But there’s also this site, where you can find pretty much anything

The Met also has it’s own paid streaming service, which is SPENSIVE on the subscription model, but if there’s something you really want to see and can’t find elsewhere, they allow you to rent single titles for $4.99 each.

I do strongly recommend, if you have any interest at all and have the opportunity, to go see an opera in person. For me it makes such a difference to be there in person, and it’s not as expensive as you might think! Plus, since opera is a dying art and opera houses are desperate for new audiences (at least, in America) there are usually a number of discounted ticket programs. (Again, the list below is super USA centric, I’m so sorry—and of those below, I’ve only been to the Met myself.)

The Metropolitan Opera is the biggest opera company in the US in terms of literally the number of operas they put on a year. Other than a brief break in February, the opera is pretty much in session 5 nights a week, from October through the end of May. 

Family Circle. I love the family circle. I’ve spent so much time in the Family Circle. The acoustics ARE genuinely better up here than they are in other parts of the house, and depending on the opera, tickets in the Family Circle typically go between $26-45 dollars each.

Rush Tickets are available every day online—these are usually seats in the orchestra. I can’t remember exactly but I think these are always $25. 

If you’re feeling ~opulent and looking for a very special date night, the Met also runs a program called Fridays Under 40. It’s a special priced Orchestra ticket for people under 40. Many of the dates also include little parties where they usually have photo booths, charcuterie, etc., and opportunities to meet some of the cast.

The Detroit Opera offers student rush tickets, although it looks like you have to be at the box office in person to get them. 

The Chicago Lyric Opera has discounts for students and 50% off rush tickets.

The San Francisco Opera has a great offer for first-time opera attendees who live in the Bay Area - $20 for two great seats

The L.A. Opera also offers student rush discount tickets, and $30 tickets for attendees under 30 years of age.

I am not aware of any discounts for the Santa Fe Opera but it looks so cool and it’s on my bucket list to go one day <3

Dallas Opera offers student discounts and discounts for attendees 21-45 (although it looks like they’re aksing for a membership fee for the 21-45 program—boooo Dallas Opera)

Not super clear on the specifics, but Houston Grand Opera also offers some kind of Under 40 discount on select performances

Opera Philadelphia, which recently appointed my all-time-favorite opera singer Anthony Roth Constanzo as their director, offers $10 rush tickets and student discounts

Tips for your first time at the opera, if you do go:

A thing I did not know before I started going to the opera is that even though they are sung in foreign languages, there are almost always subtitles. At the Met, these are transmitted to the chair back in front of you and available in a variety of other languages. Other houses often project the titles above or at the side of the stage.

If you don’t want to read and listen at the same time, synopses are almost always available in your program or ahead of time.

The food and drink is expensive and almost always not worth it. When I go to the Met with my friends, I regularly bring in alcohol minis as well as little cheese/meat/fruit plates in tupperware in my purse. We eat these outside the theater at intermission. No one has every batted an eye at me. (Mileage may vary at other theaters.)

I know opera has a Reputation, and I definitely was a little worried at first that I would look out of place and people would be snide to me. I have never found this to be the case. The only reason someone will be an asshole to you is if you have your phone out or are talking during the performance—don’t do that. Keep it in your pocket until intermission and silence your notifications. 

Crawl into my dms to talk to me about opera at any time, I will happily yap your ear off

[behindthemirrorofmusic]

How are we feeling about this upcoming YA Phantom? 😃 (im not scared at all haha)

Worried mostly, mainly because of how modern media works. In the past if you messed up an adaptation people could just wait for it to go away.

Now if they mess up how they write Erik we will be in for decades of essays, reaction videos, judgement, having to explain the original book. It will keep showing up in our hashtags. I mean look how much damage the 2004 movie is still doing ...

I just can't imagine it will be able to properly understand Erik’s character or the trauma he went through before he decided to live in the opera, and what made him fall in love with Christine ...

[imaginethebeautifulworld]

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.

[batmanbebop]

in 2004 bruce wayne watches joel schumacher's the phantom of the opera...

he immediately goes home to practice flourishing his cape, and orders 1000 candles and a canal boat. He also vows to protect gotham - his beautiful, dramatic, campy gothic city - from becoming anything like the neo-futuristic eyesore that is metropolis.

also, ever since then, when he's feeling particularly melodramatic, he'll play the title song, and sing the "dun dun dun"s as "nuh nuh nuh"s, imagining it's his theme song.

[lokislynx]

The Phantom of the Opera. It's been in my life for... over 30 years now more or less. ALW's was the first I knew. I love the original book by Gaston Leroux. I even like Susan Kay's version to a point... Would have been so much better without the ending.

The musical has become somewhat of a trigger to me but not related to the story.

The first time I was "shocked" somewhat by the story was when I saw the musical years ago in Finland, my hometown Helsinki. It was glorious and different but there was a second after Christine fainted in the end of Music of the night that implied... that's too strong a word really but... rape.

I was bothered by it. Like I was bothered by the missing stockings of POTO 2004 movie. (Over all I do not like the movie at all).

I realised I've always thought Erik's love as extremely passionate but... "knightly". He loves from afar. I feel he never imagines anything as physical as sex between him and Christine. He wanted to live with her, have walks with her and sing with her but physical contact... He broke down from a kiss on his forehead!

I've extremely hard time imagining him even spying at her from behind the mirror while she was changing her clothes. Leroux's Erik frankly doesn't seem mature enough. The rest... or the over all image of him is... sure he blackmails, murders and tortures people but he is a gentleman when it comes to ladies... like Nadir said in Kay's Phantom. This is why he suffers so in the book. Raoul is the very real physical love, Erik represents the love from the old knight's virtues. Like Don Quixote. This doesn't make his love any less passionate, but Raoul's existence makes it ever the more desperate. Erik loves Christine, he wants and yearns for her, but... never expects to "satisfy" her physically. The beauty of it is that he can do so to her mentally and she is extremely pulled by him that way... torn between the mental and physical aspects of love.

And Past the point of no return... I adored the song when I was a child. Now however... it's so far from what Erik would do. He would not parade his (nor hers!) sexuality or sexual passion in front of an audience! He's been paraded almost all his life until he found refuge from beneath the "tomb" he built for himself like the ancient pharaohs! He would rather guide rats down his pants than do that...

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Hahahaha I wonder who that designer could beeee

An artistic dramatization of a picture Christine and I took earlier today. Outfits courtesy of a designer from Derry named Beverly Marsh.

[lickkuid]

Saw this image and now I’m inspired to write more spicy phantom imagines 🤭🌶️😋

[starsomens]

So Im a huge fan of the phantom of the opera movie from 2004 and the song between Christine and Raul (All I ask of You) JUST AAAGHGHGSD

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Just imagine it's your wedding day and you and Noah had agreed on a private first dance to make things more intimate and the song is playing in the back and you're singing the words to each other, like secret vows for only you to hear

Say you'll share with me one love, one life time "Say you'll share with me one love, one life time"

Your hands are around his neck and his arms are wrapped around your waist holding you close while you sway to the song. Feeling tears brim your eyes, His lips kissing them away so gentle

Let me lead you from your solitude "Let me lead you from your solitude"

Your hands trace at the shapes and features of his face, feeling out the face you love you love so much. He was everything you could ask for. The good and the bad...you loved him so much. The way his eye crinkled when he smiles, the way his words would flow through you and send shivers through your body like an icy river. How deep his eyes were, but yet so warm

Anywhere you go, let me go too "Anywhere you go let me go too"

He looked at you and saw his entire world in the palm of his hands. Every inch of your skin, every corner of your soul....the woman of his dreams. He loved how messy you looked in the morning, or how you'd complain when he didn't get enough sleep. Coming home and sleeping with you in his arms. He was in love with the feeling of your new ring against his skin. A reminder that you were husband and wife, you were his and he was yours

share with me each night each morning love me, that's all I ask of you "share with me each night each morning love me, that's all I ask of you"

You loved him He loved you.

and that's all he needed to feel like all was right in the world.

"Forever," he whispered

"and always." you finished

[megistusdiary]

ASDFKASFJDSAKFASJF VAMPIRE ANON I LOVE YOU god you and me same brain my dude.

ok so! vampire anon is dead on however there are some details i need to shed some light on with the phantoms first meeting of his beloved angel (who is named christine, and im going to call her that for the sake of clarity)

so their first meeting is after christine has filled in for the leading star and gives a glorious performance, after which her fiancee (yes shes engaged) sends roses to her dressing room. phantom is Not Happy and unbeknownst to christine, her dressing room has a secret passage. now im going to pause here, because the lyrics to this song (entitled "the mirror" youll see why) are fantastic: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yh3_ps50yrg&ab_channel=ThePhantomoftheOpera (link is to the 2004 film adaptation)

so! turns out the fucking full length mirror in her dressing room is also a door, down to what i believe are referred to as "the canals" which where the phantom resides, deep below the opera house.

after taking christine down there, he shows her a wedding dress (either a mirror depicting her in one, or a mannequin wearing one he made for her himself, depending on adaptation) and yeah she fucking faints and the phantom just scoops her up into his bed and goes back to writing music

and GOD im going to fucking combust over here.

(it should also be noted that when chrisitine initally rips the mask off, phantom is pissed at her (and usually slaps her for it) because he doesnt want her to be repulsed by his face. he'd literally rather die than submit to the mortifying ideal of being known)

-🎭(previously phantom!arle anon)

okay so basically the phantom is a red flag!!! but we already know arle is probably also a red flag, so...fitting, right?

not the secret passages though, uh oh-

imagining arle making her darling a wedding dress fit perfectly to her measurements. scary, but also, if it's arlecchino, i'd be down.

and taking her angel to her room...hmmm 😇 she is definitely toned underneath her jacket. i just know she's got muscle and superhuman strength, so princess-carrying her angel is lightwork.

not sure if arle would slap her angel though, or maybe even just a light tap to push her away? or maybe nothing at all? who's to say...

hopefully not because as long as she is kind to me, i'd do whatever she wants 😭