#charoga

[bogglebabbles]

Hello! I stumbled onto Charoga art inspired by a fic you wrote called Ritual and I am now interested in reading your fic, but am unable to find it. Could you please share a link to your fic?

Hi! It's been a hot minute since I've shared my Charoga stuff, and this fic in particular is pretty old so I can't speak for the quality, but absolutely I can share:

[achildsfirstsorrow]

Pharoga and Charoga on the brain right now. Help.

[groovy-lady]

Ace Erik, recently found the Charoga pairing, and giving Erik a happy life.

Name Your Phantom Niche

Reblog and add an aspect or element from the Phantom fanbase you enjoy that is considered “niche” (aka, not very popular).

For me?

Gender-bending.

[jennyfair7]

A Good, Honest Girl (Remix)

Happy Birthday, Sonja @timebird84! 🥳🎂🎉

I started writing this Charoga phic for your birthday last year 🤦‍♀️ and I was determined to finish it for this year! It’s an alternate ending to my post-Leroux phic “A Good, Honest Girl” (which will explain some of the little details, but isn’t necessary to read first). Okay, so it’s more like a pre-Charoga set-up phic, but I hope you enjoy it!

It was done. Well...almost. 

Erik’s ring was on his finger but he was not yet buried. Although he had generously dug the hole in preparation for her, Christine could not muster the courage to finish the task. A small part of her feared he was only sleeping very deeply, and would wake to drag her down into the grave with him…

Echoing footsteps coming down the corridor startled her and she scrambled to her feet. She held out the lantern, searching the darkness and finding the shape of a man. 

Christine gasped as the Persian came into view. Raoul had told her of their journey to the house across the lake the night of Faust. Perhaps she should have thanked him for aiding Raoul in his doomed rescue attempt, but she was too anxious for niceties. 

“Oh, thank heaven, it’s only you. You frightened me!”

“Mlle Daaé! Or is it Mme de Chagny?" he wondered aloud.

He seemed just as surprised to see her there. Suspicion crept in. Why was he here? He snatched a hand from his pocket almost guiltily - what was he hiding? 

"I did not expect you to...er, to come so quickly from the North, that is.”

Ah, now she understood. He had believed she would not honor her promise to return and bury his...friend, if one could call the two friends. He had never betrayed Erik’s secret until her “disappearance” and Erik had seemed distressed at the possibility of the man he called daroga dying alongside Raoul in the torture chamber…so, yes, she supposed they had been friends in their own strange way.

The realization of this fact and the sight of his jade eyes rimmed with red quickly led Christine to forgive his doubts of her. Besides, she was relieved not to be alone in these final moments with the lifeless figure of the man who had changed both of their lives so dramatically. 

Without her needing to ask, the Persian lowered Erik’s already-skeletal frame into the ground and covered it with shovelful after shovelful of earth. Christine prayed over that lonely pile of dirt, unable to bring herself to sing a hymn. He produced a handkerchief from his jacket to wipe his brow, and she pretended not to notice as he dabbed at the corners of his eyes before tucking it away.

“Please allow me to escort you back to the surface. I'm certain M. de Chagny will be relieved to see you safely returned.”

She hesitated, then replied, “Y-yes, of course.” 

Christine cleared her throat, but there was no disguising the lie. No one was waiting for her on the other side of the rue Scribe gate. She did not - could not - blame Raoul for not accompanying her. He had already agreed to remain in Paris until they received word of Erik’s passing. It would have been cruel to then also make him return to this forlorn place, so near to where his brother’s drowned body had been discovered.

"Hm." 

A soft sound of understanding, free of pity or judgment.  

"Well, then, would you be care to join me for cup of tea under more pleasant circumstances than the last one?”

The Persian offered his arm and she took it with a grateful smile. Raoul had once described the other man’s hands as ice cold, but his fingers were warm against hers as he tucked them into the crook of his elbow.

“I should like nothing better.”

...and then they kissed & fell in love & lived happily ever after the end 😜 

xoxo

[ange-de-la-musique]

Heyy! Regarding rare pairs, by Charoga you mean Christine x Daroga? If so, could you elaborate a little bit? It seems intriguing!

Yup! They’re my favorite ship, my two favorite characters (and also the hottest characters in the whole story). Answer under the cut cause I really started to gush about why I love them.

Christine in general is my favorite character and I love ships that are just people chugging their Respect Christine Juice. I think their personalities also compliment each other in a really nice way. They’re both sensible, caring people (who, lets be real, are the only two people in the book who have any brain cells) and both of their main character flaws are not wanting to hurt the people they care about enough to the point that it begins to harm others. I think Christine’s gentle nature would temper his slight rudeness and hotheaded-ness, and I think his rational way of thinking would help her “don’t-rock-the-boat” nature. You could also make the argument that there’s a couple of narrative parallels, what with them both starting the novel as relatively poor foreigners who feel as though they have no one in the world, with the exception of Erik as the book begins. I also think there’s a lot of potential with their relationship both after and during the events of the book, I know a lot of people like charoga for the appeal of them comforting each other after Erik’s death but I also think there’s a lot to be said for their relationship before then. I mean he basically goes to the opera every single day with the sole purpose of making sure Erik doesn’t try any shit with Christine, and he does risk his life trying to save her. And yeah you could argue that he’s just trying to stop Erik but really he kinda lets Erik do whatever he wants until Christine gets involved. And the Daroga’s showing up at that opera house every day and ignoring everyone except Christine so you Know there’s some gossip going around about them. Plus add in all the angst of Erik being in love with Christine and Christine being in love with his best friend and yeah. We stan star crossed lovers in this house.

[wheel-of-fics]

2010s fic roundup (1/2)

I’m feeling reflective and also bedridden due to illness, so here’s a roundup of my non-E/C fics from the aughts! All are oneshots except By Starlight.

No pairing, or pairing is not the focus

Prompt: post-canon modern AU in which Erik starts a senior dog sanctuary

Kindred: a Yuletide alternative to Leroux’s epilogue (for PotO Advent Calendar 2018)

Prompt: Meg x Erik, platonic

Raoul x Christine

Tumblr kissing/fluff prompt: Shelter

Tumblr prompt: Raoul x Christine by the ocean

The Red Scarf (Explicit): It is isolating and wearying, this new life as a vicomtesse—but Christine’s efforts have not gone unnoticed.

Wedding-Night Reprise [FFN | AO3] (Explicit): Nightfall drives the newlyweds to bed a second time. This time, though, will be different.

Pharoga (Erik x the Persian)

Ghost Resurrected (Rated T): It finally hit him, days after he watched that dark and rail-thin figure step into a cab bound for the Opera: Erik fully expected to die.

Tumblr dialogue prompt: “This isn’t what it looks like”

Tumblr pairing prompt: Erik x the Persian

Erik x OC

By Starlight (Rated T): It’s her first masked ball at the Opera, and it may very well be her last when she accidentally acquires one of the Opera Ghost’s personal effects. Leroux-ish, post-canon.

The Phantom and the Fawn (rated M): The fates have conspired to separate Erik from his love at his time of greatest need—and by gods, he will finally have her if it kills him. A “bonus scene” from By Starlight. 

Charoga (Christine x the Persian)

Kindred Strangers (Rated K+): It was only fitting that the pair of gentle expatriates should gravitate toward each other. It was more a question of what their conviction could withstand.

Tumblr trope prompt: accidentally married + locked in a room

Meg x Christine

Pairing prompt: Meg x Christine

Meg x Erik

Dialogue prompt: “I know it hurts”

Sorelli x managers (OT3)

Pairing prompt: Sorelli x the managers, an OT3

[mazandaroga]

too lazy to draw background alkdk

[littlelonghairedoutlawllho]

Christmas 1917, a casualty clearing station somewhere in France. And Christine Daaé and her fiancé are at the bedside of their dying ex-lover.

Dedicated to @bogglebabbles for both the prompt that inspired it, and because the vagaries of the Canadian postal service mean the gift I sent her hasn’t arrived yet. What better gift this festive season than somewhat seasonal angst?

My favourite thing, tbh, that I’ve written in a while. I’d forgotten what a kick I get out of war medicine.

If you enjoy, please do review!

[bogglebabbles]

Have you considered writing Christine x Daroga fic again? :)

Hi anon! Thank you so much for being interested in the Charoga fic. Of all the Phantom fics I wrote, it was always the Charoga ones getting attention that made me smile the most.

Unfortunately, though, I don't see it as likely any time soon. I managed to burn myself out on Phantom really badly a couple years ago, and I never managed to fully recover from that. I haven't been writing much in general except for small things here and there, for vastly different fandoms.

Maybe one day there'll be a renaissance in me and I'll finally write some of the million Christine/Daroga fic ideas I had stewing in my brain back then, but I wouldn't wait up for it, sorry. :(

[faded-florals]

What about Charoga (Christine/Daroga) for the ship meme thing?

BROTP: Not really, but I can see them bonding over how much they like Raoul? Kind of like friends by association, “we both love and protect the precious little vicomte and therefore we get along” kind of thing. Verging into OT3 territory but I’m not quite there yet. Raoul needs a lot of 1:1 attention. 😅

Dunno / Why Not: I like both of them, but not enough to be like “YEAH I WANT THAT”. Christine is very independent and I see Daroga as someone who likes to take charge, so they might not mix particularly well, but I think they’d understand each other.

Would read a fic about it: Sure, but mostly just because I’m curious how other characters would react to them.

Thanks for sending me an ask, Anon! 😄

[wheel-of-fish]

March 2019 fic recs

I was going to stop doing rec lists because apparently some people find them exclusionist, which was literally the opposite of my intention in starting them, but several writers have convinced me not to abandon something that (allegedly) benefits more people than it offends, so...here.

Friendly reminder that I’m just one of literally thousands of phans with varying tastes, that I tend to find fics by going through the PotO page on FFN (I’ll get to AO3 one of these days), and that I have personal limits as both a reader and a blogger, so please don’t rely on my lists as representative of all phanfic. :) I’m happy to see more people posting their own rec lists of late so there’s a broader representation. 

P.S. Check out my January recs if you haven’t already, because lots of those stories have recently updated! And please, please leave the authors a comment if you read and enjoy. 

New/recent:

Any Other Name by @sfiddy (rated K+): Strange that the name of an orphan girl has been on the lips of so many. A 5 1 story that got out of hand. Christine/The Persian.

The Chandelier in Flames by @pensez-a-daae (rated T): Il Muto gone wrong- terribly, terribly wrong. Horror/angst.

Falling to Earth by Phantomholdsmyheart2743 (rated K+): Christine is tired of the flatterers and patrons, but is Erik just like them? An outburst provokes an interesting conversation.

Nightingale by @teaandpinkfrosting (rated T): As Christine enters her junior year of college, an unlikely encounter and a surprising offer are the last things she expects. The last thing that Erik expects is for her to accept. Modern day, E/C.

Reconciliation by @phantom-of-the-keurig (rated T): Gustave continues to struggle with the memories of that fateful night on the docks so many months ago. Confused and still unsure of his place in this new life, the anxiety building within him threatens to break free at any moment. (Post LND AU where Christine lives, with mixes of Kay and other things)

Small Vignettes by @tallestsilver (rated K+): A collection of short stories, mostly E/C, from prompts received on tumblr. 

The Soul Obeys by @jennyfair7 (rated T): Unable to abandon her Angel of Music, Christine returns to Erik following the events of the final lair. These are snap-shots of the story that follows - a life in miniature. E/C, ALW-based AU.

Stagedoor by @violon-du-mort ​(rated T): Wicked is Erik's biggest guilty pleasure, and Christine Daaé happens to be the best Glinda he's ever seen. Modern AU, E/C. 

The Visitant by @i-am-melancholys-child (rated M): Christine believes she is content to perform the streets of Paris with her father. But when a reclusive maestro sets his attention upon her, her whole perception of what it means to be truly alive will crumble. Historical vampire AU, E/C, rated M for eventual smut and violence.

Older fics that I just now got around to reading because I’m very slow:

Change Every Lock and Key by @operaofthephantom (rated M): Modern AU. Christine is a recent college graduate working at the opera house when she hears stories about the Phantom and finds herself wanting to know more despite the danger. 

Resolutions by monarch27 (rated T): Leroux-y modern A/U. Erik sits alone on NYE, working and regretting. But these days, it seems even his moping doesn't go interrupted. A tiny bit angsty with the promise of fluff.

[timebird84]

𝐼 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 ...

- The Daroga’s Dream

Inspired by @bogglebabbles‘ Charoga fic “Helianthus”

@bogglebabbles, this was supposed to be your birthday surprise, but I just read how much your job stresses you out currently (and I couldn’t wait to post it anyway), so I figured I could gift it to you already today. I hope you like it.

[rosesandmusicsheets]

Well, at least I’m consistent - here’s another 2 month update *insert grimacing emoji here*

I guess I’ll see you guys in 2 months for chapter 4 lol

K, thanks, love you, bye <3

[hopsjollyhigh]

Prompt: modern Charoga. -anon who is definitely not Fish

1.) Give me a pairing.2.) Give me a prompt.3.) I will write you a three-sentence fic.Oh whoever could this mysterious anon be.

There is an infinite gentleness in the way his hand covers hers, tracing raindrops as they roll down the windowpane. After everything, they have little need for words; he recognizes the worry in her eyes, has seen it in the mirror enough times, and sets his chin on her shoulder. “Tell me what it is, then,” he says, and she can’t contain a small smile, if only for the relief of being understood.

[wheel-of-fics]

Ooh, accidentally married and locked in a room! :)

(Sooo…you didn’t specify a ship. And this somehow went from summary to oneshot. I don’t know what happened.)

Erik’s past has caught up with him, and assassins have infiltrated Paris with instructions to return his disembodied head to the shah of Persia. It is only a matter of time before they track him to the Opera.

His underground home is safe, unreachable. He has faith in that. Still, he fears for his friend the Persian, also living in exile nearby. Worse, he dreads the thought of his enemies learning his ties to Christine Daaé: his protégée, the rising Swedish songbird. Who better to entrust with her safety than his oldest friend, a former police chief and the man who saved his life?

It’s with a vague, unsettling urgency that Erik lures the pair to an undisclosed location at dawn, a back alley still shadowed from the pale morning light. He informs them of his plan: they must marry, and soon, and live with a cache of provisions in the underground house on the lake while he draws his assassins away from the city and picks them off, one by one.

He won’t hear their protestations; he turns cold and menacing, the golden eyes behind his mask narrowing to pinpricks. He threatens, going so far as to invoke the infamous Punjab lasso. Terrified by his madness, they agree to the arrangement—but without any intent to follow through. 

It is only then that he reveals their location: the back of the city hall, which has just opened for the day. He has already arranged for everything. Before they can grasp the whole of what has happened, the Persian and the Swede are forced into the building and wed by a city councillor. There is no kiss, no exchange of rings: only a few muttered words and a binding contract signed by shaking hands. Erik witnesses, but he does not watch. 

With scarcely a word, he sees them back to the underground house, stealing away the boat, leaving them all but inaccessible to the outside world.

All is silent, and the newlyweds are left to face each other in the drawing room that abuts what has been designated their honeymoon suite. 

“He has gone too far,” the daroga decrees—to whom, he’s not sure, but it’s too late anyway. He’s vastly disappointed in himself.

“He often goes too far,” Christine replies. “I usually temper him.” She wrings her hands and worries at her lip, and it is not the first time that day he’s noticed how soft and pink her mouth is. “I ought to have tempered him.”

“No. None of this is on your conscience, Miss Daaé.”

“Christine,” she corrects him, and her eyes arrest his.

He hesitates and reaches for her hand, which has already gone clammy from the subterranean damp. “But his intentions were good, and where it concerns your safety”—he clears his throat, no longer able to look at her directly—“I do intend to carry out his wishes, if you will allow me.”

She stares down at that place of contact, the soft overlap of light and dark skin. The enclosing walls of the lake house melt away, and there is only his palm— warm and weathered—and all the time in the world to discover each other.

[phantom-of-notre-dame]

Hi everyone! Since Valentine’s Day is coming up, I’d thought I’d shamelessly self-promote my Charoga fluff The Picnic.

FFN

Ao3

If you love Christine Daae, The Daroga, or anything Phantom of the Opera related, PLEASE check this out.