#christinexerik

[christineanderikloveneverdi-blog]

I will be writing a Christine and Erik fanfic of their passionate night together ten years ago. The first part will focus on how they cope without each other and Christine realizing just how much she loves Erik. The second part will focus on Christine’s decision to find Erik and Erik’s memories of him and Christine. I am also including a new song by Erik called, ‘Her voice remains.’ The third part is about Christine discovering where he is, his shock and silence between them for a bit. The fourth part is about their feelings for each other, the first touch and finally making love. The fifth part is about Erik saying goodbye to Christine while she sleeps, his escape, her waking up to find him gone, their love never dying, and life moving on.

[drcranewillseeyounow]

Sleeping Companions

Erik Destler x Christine Daaé

Request: Write a story about the phantom getting used to sleeping with someone.

"She's on MY pillow! There are at least one hundred other pillows on this bed and she had to fall asleep on mine!"

Lots of fluff. Most cute. Please and thank.

Authors note: Hey everyone! Let's get the ball rolling on this account shall we?! Forgive me if these are rusty or just downright terrible, it's been a hot minute! I greatly enjoy bringing fantasy to life and I hope you guys will love it too! You can never have too much Phantom fluff and Lord knows we need more! So, without further ado, let's dive in! ~Fluff, Humor, Romance~

○Requests are officially open!○

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Erik' s typical routine was trying to busy himself, constantly, for doing nothing in solitude led to dark places. Not that he wasn't well acquainted with those dark places, he liked to avoid them if he could. Writing his music, his only outlet, his only escape, for we can all escape in our fantasy and through his beautiful scores Erik truly escaped, the only way that a man of his position could, through emotions. His music was flooded with them. Those he was very familiar with, his sorrow, his loneliness, his self-loathing. Such deep pain, such deep agony, such trauma, how could it create such beauty, only he could know, or perhaps he himself strived to know as well.

Erik could be Inspired for hours, days sometimes, so he was well occupied, but eventually we all must close our eyes, and when we are left to our own devices we are open to terrible things, things he would rather think about later than to properly deal with. So, he avoided sleep all together, if he could that is, choosing to stay inside his music or pace the floors when he was uninspired.

That's another thing about living in solitude and being left to your own devices, you learn to do things your way, because that is the way you are set in. Or, perhaps, it was just that Erik was born with an unusually hard head.

"Erik." Christine's voice chided. "I believe you've done enough pacing, if you do not run a line in the stone, you shall drive me mad first." She smirked, arms crossed as she surveyed Erik's worrying stare.

Erik felt his face heat from the coming flush. "M-my apologies, Christine." He quickly spoke as he swiftly made his way to his composers bench. Perhaps he could busy himself again to come up with something worth while. Just as he finished his thought, Christine placed a hand on his shoulder, giving him a stern gaze. Erik looked up at her with what could only be described as the look of a worried child. "I think you've been up long enough, the moon must be so high by now, and I'm quite sleepy myself. Perhaps we should retire for the night, won't you come to bed, Darling?" Christine urged, there wasn't a possibility that he was not the least bit sleepy at this time.

Erik could only look to her in awe as he placed his hand atop hers where it perched on his shoulder. He always felt a rush from her touch, if he was tired before he was jolted awake by her presence. In his daze, Christine only smiled and urged him to stand and follower her to his chambers. Erik could not protest, he fought with himself on wether he would, even if he possessed full control of his actions. He was entranced by an Angel.

Christine led him up the steps and into his private chambers, she removed his coat gently and slowly as not to disrupt this bout of obedience. Erik could only gaze into her eyes and think a million things at once, yet he could form no coherent thoughts. Christine folded his coat and laid it neatly on the back of a present chair by the dresser which faced a large mirror.

"Now, I will properly arrange the bed for you, and you will properly arrange yourself, for bed." Christine explained as she nuged him in the direction of his water-room to freshen up for bed, while she went to work on his plush bed. Very plush bed. Yes, A very lovely bed indeed.

Erik was shocked he had let himself be lead away so willingly by Christine. She simply entranced him, she listened, she even dared to touch him, to see him. To...care...for him? He dared to dream, if anything. Once Erik was adorned in his night robes and well, he made his way cautiously out, looking for Chrsitine. Yet, he saw no Christine. He assumed she must have went to her own chambers, it was late and she had gotten him this far, in his robes and in his own chambers. He relaxed mildly, making his way to his bed.

Erik couldn't hold back the small gasp that escaped him, his face was heating up rapidly, his ears and the back of his neck. There she was, so simple, in her loose gown, laying on his bed. Her body curled just so, her gown covering her ankles, a dainty hand under her head and the other lay inches from her face on the bed. Her brown curls sprawled out on his pillow. She was a vision. His vision.

My pillow! He thought. There are at least one hundred other pillows on this bed and she had to fall asleep on mine!

Erik didn't know what to do with himself. He began to hesitantly reach out for her, but recoiled at the second thought of disturbing her. Suddenly Christine spoke out, startling him and causing a small, unnoticed jump. "Come now Erik," she mumbled, her eyes still closed. "Lie down." Well, of course at this statement Erik was a little more than surprised. Lie with Christine? In his bed? Surley not, surely she must be jesting. "I...ahem...Christine.." He attempted to string together some kind of sentence to voice his concern, but of course, before he could. "LIE. DOWN." She groaned forcefully. To which Erik, of course, obliged.

Erik made his way to the other side of the bed and slide under the covers, stiffly laying beside Christine, keeping his distance from her small body. He folded his arms across his chest, and stared at the canopy. Christine...she was beside him. She was peacefully sleeping beside him, unafraid. Not filled with hatred, nor pity. She just lay sleeping, dreaming her vibrant dreams. Her endless fantasys. What may lie beyond that beautiful face? What may lie beyond the angel? What compels her to stay? What compels her to act out such care for him?

He laid still like that for several minutes. Christine rolled to his side, placing a hand delicately on his chest. She let out a sigh and gazed up at him with a barely awake look, a small smile playing on her lips.

Alone. That was all Erik knew. When he closed his eyes the darkness followed him from his waking life. It rivaled the darkness he saw daily in himself. The darkness he saw daily in his life, in his music, in his mind.

But, Erik also saw Christine and Christine saw him. He supposed that as long as he saw his Christine, he could face the darkness. They could face the darkness.

Christine moved her hand up and removed his mask and laid it behind her on the bed. Erik closed his eyes. Yes. He thought. He no longer had to face his darkness, without a little light.

[let-my-opera-begin]

YAY I’M WRITING STUFF

So I’m writing a POTO fanfic on wattpad, if y’all wanna read it, I’ll probably cry, the link and description is below

Not A Dream (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/r4GrpF6PWE Everybody tends to hear Christine's point of view on the situation of the Opera Ghost, how from childhood, the strange creature suddenly appeared in her dreams, but what about Him? Out of all the talented singers in the Opera Populaire, why Christine? This story follows a man who was moved by compassion.

[gilded-warrior]

"She's been taking lessons sir from a great teacher."

Finally finished my Christine Daee drawing in between finals today, its been a good stress reliever

[jeynewesterling]

The story begins on the night of the gala, when a chorus girl outshines the prima donna. Cersei Lannister’s voice cracks and falters, but Sansa Stark sings like the angels. She snares the hearts of half the city that night, and none so much as the young viscount, Jon Targaryen, who had once been her childhood sweetheart. Sansa loves him in return, but a match between them was impossible. Even if society allowed it, her mentor would not. Jealous and possessive was the Angel of Music, whom later would be revealed to be one in the same as the Phantom of the Opera, and when he discovers Sansa’s plan to elope with her lover, he abducts the young singer to his kingdom beneath the stage. Filled with grief and righteous vengeance, Jon storms the cellars of the opera house to rescue his lady love.

Phantom of the Opera AU featuring:

Sansa Stark as Christine Daaé Jon Snow as Raoul de Chagny    Petyr Baelish as The Opera Ghost

[thestraggletag]

Hey, guys, I know I’m a MegxErik shipper in a sea of ChristinexErik lovers (an no, we do not talk about the OOC nightmare that was Love Never Dies here), but I’m looking for an old fic I read so old I’m pretty sure it was hosted on Geocities or the like. It was titled The Ghost’s Lady and it was on a website dedicated entirely to that fic. It was an awesome MegxErik fic and I wish to read it again, if it somehow can still be found.

Does anyone know of it?

[dekujin]

I love that you’ve been posting Phantom stuff. On the one hand, the writers would’ve fucked it up, on the other, I’m sad that Erik wasn’t a background character on OUAT. My headcanon is he was the high school music teacher and Christine was the grade school music teacher. I like to imagine him heading for Rumple’s shop after the curse broke to deal for a handsome face in exchange for his voice and Christine tackling him to the pavement outside before he can go in (Belle told her his plan.)

Both Dracula and The Phantom of the Opera were things that would have fit so well from a world with no color and in a setting like OUAT initially had would have been so interesting, but you are absolutely right that A&E would have ruined them with their terrible writing. Your idea however is the amazing start to an AU or fanfic! I would so love to see Erik and Christine explored in that setting and ahhh, Belle getting involved and telling Christine of what Erik was going to do would be so in character!

I do feel like Rumple would offer advice to Erik as well that he has no need for magic let alone a different face when he has love (I’m guessing we are both for ChristineXErik in this AU anon lol).Now I shall sit here consumed with lust over this awesome idea.

[shidevotion]

I just love this. ❤ #christinedaaé #erikdestler #christinexerik #PhantomOfTheOpera #GerardButler #valentines #countdown

[the-cryptid-next-door]

I can't get over how the CharlesxErik ship and the ChristinexErik ship have the same name

No really... CHERIK.... CAN WE HAVE A CROSS OVER?!?!?!?!?

lol, that would be completely awkward. 

Someone stop me >.>

[lilliankayl]

Ship Meme

Top 10 Ships Meme

I  forget who I borrowed this from

Pick your top ten ships without reading the questions:

1. Belle/Rumplestiltskin (Once Upon a Time)

2. Sarah/Jareth (Labyrinth)

3. Buzz/Jessie (Toy Story Series)

4. Wolf/Virginia (10th Kingdom)

5. Miss Martian/Super Boy (Young Justice)

6. Nine/Rose (Doctor Who)

7. Starefire/Robin (Teen Titans)

8. Sirius/Remus (Harry Potter)

9. Erik/Christine (Phantom of the Opera)

10. Batman/Wonder Woman (Justice League)

1: Do you remember the episode/scene/chapter that you first started shipping 6?

Yes, it was 'Dalek' the look in his eyes when he realized that Rose could die

2: Have you ever read a FanFiction about 2? 

Yes.

3: Has a picture of 4 ever been your screen saver/profile picture/tumblr? 

Yes.

4: If 7 were to suddenly break up today, what would your reaction be? 

I would cry.

5: Why is 1 so important?

Beauty and the Beast is my favorite fairy tale, and I love their romance. It is dynamic, it is not cotton candy and rainbows. To me it is the most realistic relationship.

6: Is 9 a funny ship or a serious ship? 

Serious.

7: Out of all of your ships listed, which ship has the most chemistry? 

I can't pick all of them? It is either Rumple/Belle or Nine/Rose

8: Out of all of the ships, which ship has the strongest bond? 

Belle and Rumple

9: How many times have you read/watched 10’s fandom?

I’ve watched the episodes for about 5 years

10: Which ship has lasted the longest? 

Jarerth/Sarah

11: How many times, if ever, has 6 broken up? 

Once..maybe...he regenerated...

12: If the world was suddenly thrust into a zombie apocalypse, which ship would make it out alive, 2 or 8? 

Jareth/Sarah, they could just go to the Goblin City

13: Did 7 ever have to hide their relationship for any reason? 

No they are too obvious about it to hide it

14: Is 4 still together?

Yes, they are. As far as I know

15: Is 10 canon? 

No. They kissed in one movie, but no they are not cannon

16: If all ten ships were put into a couple’s Hunger Games, which couple would win? 

It would be a tie between Jareth/Sarah and Rumple/Belle. Both men have magic.

17: Has anybody ever tried to sabotage 5’s ship? 

The writers 

18: Which ship would you defend to the death and beyond? 

Belle/Rumple 

19: Do you spend hours a day going through 3’s tumblr page? 

No.

20: If an evil witch descended from the sky and told you that you had to pick one of the ten ships to break up forever or else she’d break them all up forever, which ship would you sink? 

Buzz/Jessie

[christineanderikloveneverdi-blog]

I have a huge explanation for Erik and Christine destined for each other. Does anyone want to hear? :)

[let-my-opera-begin]

I did more writing yay

Not A Dream - Un (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/l50mdYD9ZE Everybody tends to hear Christine's point of view on the situation of the Opera Ghost, how from childhood, the strange creature suddenly appeared in her dreams, but what about Him? Out of all the talented singers in the Opera Populaire, why Christine? This story follows a man who was moved by compassion.

[shidevotion]

❤❤❤ #PhantomOfTheOpera #christinedaaé #erikdestler #christinexerik #GerardButler #valentines #countdown