#dechagnys

[dross-the-fish]

Since he came up today, Raoul during the events of "The Phantom of the Opera" and his older self in my 1918 AU. Now that he can grow facial hair he's gone with a full beard. Christine thinks it's a shame because it hides his dimples.

[lusyblond]

it's still absurdly funny that i've read red, white & royal blue bc of a fucking enjoltaire fanfiction. like it's one of my fav books now and i stayed up all night bc of the premier to watch the fucking movie the moment it came out. and all of these happend bc i choose like one of the most tragic ships as my forever otp. these gay blondes and bi brunettes are killing me.

[eriksangel666]

It is a truth universally acknowledged that Kyle Barisch as Raoul can go kick rocks

[phantom-margaritas]

It wasn't supposed to be like this; it was supposed to be a simple dinner with the DeChagny family, yet here she was, standing in the grand mansion's living room, staring at her father's vinyl record, displayed like a delicate china plate upon the mantle. “Gustave Dade was one of our best sellers, his vinyl more than deserves a place on our mantle,” a honeyed voice said, accompanied by the weight of a manicured hand upon her shoulder. Turning around, Christine's stricken eyes met Mrs. DeChagny's. “I knew there couldn't be two Daae families in the same city,” Mrs. DeChagny smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. “You must be his daughter, Christine?” Next to the two women, Raoul looked on in increasing alarm.

From across the living room, Lisette spared an indifferent glance at her mother, younger brother, and future sister-in-law. Combing her fingers through hair so blonde it was almost white, she returned her attention to her phone and continued typing. Christine swallowed and, looking away, nodded her head in agreement. “Yes.” What was she to do in this situation? She remembered the years following her father's passing, the numerous attempts at keeping her father's lifelong work thwarted by those who "knew better," the despair of not being able to fulfill her father's dying wish, and the hours spent crying in the empty apartment. Yet here it was, the most beautiful music she fought so hard to keep, silenced and reduced to a decorative piece in a wealthy family's house.

What was she to do?

———

The dinner was a somber affair. Philippe, who had been nice enough when she met him all those years ago, was away on business. And while Raoul, sweet, dear Raoul, tried his best to facilitate the conversation, Christine was too troubled by her thoughts to form any proper response.

After dinner, Raoul took her on a brief tour around the mansion, but was called away halfway through, leaving Christine to wander through the halls alone. “I didn't know about the record, I swear,” Raoul had said before his departure, his hands wrapped protectively around hers, “I'll try my best to find out what's going on. Wait for me.” Afterward, as she traversed through the maze-like building, she turned her attention towards the sounds around her, and was perplexed by the sound of two people conversing in a room just slightly down the hall.

“…for once, you're doing something good for the family business,” a woman said, “I support this engagement, if anything, I'm ecstatic that she's marrying into our family. Do you know how big that is for Chagny Records? She's in the entertainment industry, specifically the theatre industry, which is a wonderful sector for us to expand into. Besides, once she marries you, we won't have to ever worry about her father's asset, since it would technically be hers at that point. I thought you’d be happy about me supporting your engagement.”

“Lisette, please,” Raoul pleaded, voice tinged with frustration, “can you for once consider how other people might feel about record labels taking ownership of their family members' hard work? I seriously can't believe you'd say something like that—”

Raoul's voice grew louder as he approached the door, and by the time Christine realized his proximity, it was already too late. The door swung open, and Christine came face to face with her fiancé, who stared wide-eyed at her. Behind Raoul, Lisette leaned and looked over his shoulder at Christine, and her blue eyes, the same shade as Raoul's, somehow looked colder as she gazed upon Christine. Stepping around her younger brother, she smiled at Christine's horrified expression. “Hello, Christine. I'm sure you heard our full conversation, but I just wanted to say that you have my blessing—”

Whatever Lisette said after that, Christine would never know, for she was already running down the hall, desperate to escape the spacious yet suffocating mansion.

What was she to do?

[its-a-hare-pom-pom]

hey! I saw you mentioned a BBC ghosts fic that everyone in the fandom has read, and I was wondering what it was? I absolutely LOVE ghosts, but I haven't really read any fics or looked at much on tumblr. I think you said it fucked you up, but I'm willing to risk it. thank youu!

Hi, so I definitely used hyperbole saying every ghosts fan had read it 😂 but it’s called We’ll Meet Again Some Sunny Day by the amazingly talented @alisoncooper

Its a story following the Captain throughout his life and in every stage of his life he bumps into Havers so if capvers isn’t your thing just be aware it is capvers, but also it really shows the Captain’s personality and thought process

[spineless-lobster]

ALL OF YOU FUCKERS NEED TO READ “We’ll Meet Again Some Sunny Day” AND “Let’s Say Goodbye With A Smile, Dear” BY DECHAGNY ON AO3 RIGHT NOW BECAUSE YOU WILL CRY AND YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT!!!!! THIS IS AN ORDER!!!! I AM A CHANGED PERSON AFTER SOBBING FOR HALF AN HOUR AT THE FINAL CHAPTER!!!!!

I will NEVER shut up about those fics because they are AMAZING!!!!!!

@alisoncooper I am forever in your debt

[sparemintss]

yknow whats a GREAT ghost havers fic i absolutely adore??? the AU where Havers is a WWI ghost at button house and helps the Captain with his duties during WWII.

I LOVE IT SO FUCKING MUCH LIKE WHAT??? I WISH THERE WAS MORE BECAUSE I ABSOLUTELY ADORE THE CONCEPT OF HAVERS BEING A PETTY AND ANGRY LITTLE GUY (and just unhinged) . ABSOLUTELY BESOTTED WITH THE PATHETIC ASS CAPTAIN .

LOVE THIS

[alisoncooper]

story of a heart / a post series five capvers fic ↳ On his return to Button House, The Captain manages to survive his ordeal, and Havers is there to lend some comfort.

[disclaimer: this fic contains major spoilers for ghosts series five. i cannot stress how much you should Not read this if you haven't already watched the series!!]

[milady-pink]

Rosewood Manor

Summary: After finding Firmin’s body the guests are given three options of locations they can look for clues in.

Warnings: death, murder investigation, morbid talk, strangulation, no blood

Word Count: 2370 || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Complete Series

AO3

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Chapter 5

“Game?! This isn’t a game, someone’s dead!”

Sorelli’s outburst caused the group to collectively shudder. They were standing around the ballroom, located in the center of the Manor; revealing Richard Firmin’s dead body. Poor Jamie, who found him, was still shaking while Christine tried to calm her down, putting her arm around her shoulders.

Raoul tried his best to reassure everyone. “Relax, no one is really hurt. Like the butler said, it's a game,” at the mention of his job title, Erik sneered ever so slightly, Christine thought she imagined it, “he’s probably in the next room breathing right as we speak. My guess is whoever figures out who killed him will win. Am I right?” At this he pointedly asked the masked man. He nodded before walking to stand in the front of the group, his back to the grand staircase. He looked downwards before setting his face straight, and disclosed how the game really worked.

“As I’ve mentioned at dinner the previous night, your host, Mr. Y, has invited you all to play a game of wits and intellect. For them, that meant a game of murder mystery solving. Just as the younger DeChagny brother has said, the winner will have solved who is the killer amount you; who is Mr. Y. If all of you are ready, I shall explain the process that follows the, ahem, finding of the body.” The chosen words caused an already shaking Jamie to quake excessively.

The group looked around to each other, questioning in their eyes if they wanted to know how this so-called “game” was played. But, seemingly hesitant, the guests jointly nodded that yes, they were ready to play the game.

“Well then. Whenever a body is found, three locations will be offered following. You can either choose to go to the morgue; to look at the body for further inspection into how the victim died. The victims last known whereabouts, in this case Mr. Firmin’s room. Or, if you should choose, the scene of the crime, in this instance that would be-,”

“-the library.” Squeaked an ashen Jamie.

Erik continued like normal, which for him would be icy, “yes, the office library. I shall give you all five minutes to decide where you want to investigate. You may not change locations once you are there. What you learn about the murder you may choose to share with the others, or keep to yourself. The choice is yours, and the best sleuth will be rewarded. Best of luck.” He finished the explanation as to what follows a murder with no emotion in his voice at all, which was extremely disturbing given the circumstances. Following his speech, the lithe, masked figure makes his exit, leaving a confused, and thoughtful group behind.

Christine didn’t know what to think of everything that has happened and unfolded up until now. For one thing, she knew without a doubt she would not be visiting the morgue. Seeing Papa was bad enough, I don’t think I can do it again. So, that left the crime scene or the last known whereabouts. Christine didn’t think there would be anything useful in Firmin’s room, so when Erik walked back to the group with two maids in tow, she chose the crime scene.

Back in the library, Christine tried her best to detach herself from the situation. She tried not to think about the fact that someone had been laying in the next room dead. No Christine, pretending to be dead. Real or fake, it was enough to irk Christine and get into her brain that something like that was seen as a game. A carpeted thud made Christine turn her head quickly, only to find Jamie picking up a book that she predicted Jamie had dropped. As for the other guests; Carlotta, Andre, and Piangi chose to explore Firmin’s bedroom, while Sorelli and Raoul willingly chose to go to the morgue.

“I’m kind of surprised you chose the library, seeing as how you were here first.” Christine said to Jamie, trying to walk on eggshells around the subject matter.

“Honestly, I just decided because you chose it. I-I think you’re pretty nice. And I know you better than anyone else here.” Shared the scared blonde, making Christine feel sorry for the girl. She quietly promised herself to help Jamie if she can, at least include her if alliances are made. Christine replied to her with a smile before arriving at the office door.

“Are you ready?” Christine asked, “I’m sure you could just sit this one out if it’s too much.”

“No, I’m ready. I don’t want to be useless and just sit by like a scared little girl.” Jamie replied, stealing herself.

“I’m glad to hear it, it's very brave of you.” Christine honestly told her. She grasped the door in her hand and pushed open the door.

The office was smaller than the library, a window to the left showcasing the front lawn and its elegant landscaping. In front of the window was a dark wooden desk, intricate designs carved into it, with a comfy-looking vintage office chair tucked in between. The walls were lined with books on shelves, similarly to the library, save for the wall across from the door the two girls currently stood in. It looked to be a large tv bookcase, with shelves empty save for a few statues, and one shelf with what looked like a safe; the door of which was open. Christine started walking over to the safe, with Jamie in tow.

“Hmm,” remarked Christine while looking at the safe, “we must have missed this when…th-the first time, that is.” Still trying to tread carefully, for both of them, as to why they were just now noticing the open safe.

“Do you think Firmin opened it?” Jamie asked, looking at her colleague with questions swimming in her brown eyes. “And if so, why didn’ he take anything else?”

She was right, Christine noticed. The safe was open, but there sat some pretty valuable items; three stacked gold bars, some neatly piled hundred bills, and scattered jewelry. Huh, why would he leave all that?

“That is weird,” stated Christine, voicing her puzzlement, “but obviously there was something that he deemed important enough to break open a safe for. Maybe something obscure?”

“Or personal, that it would only matter to him.” Put forth Jamie, brows furrowed thinking hard.

“Yeah, maybe. We can ask one of the people who went to his room if there was anything significant there.”

“Good idea. In the meantime, how do you think he opened it? Did he know the password? ”

“Hmm, let’s look around for more clues.” Ventured Christine, closing the safe door with a soft clink. Before turning around to start searching, Christine noticed a strange symbol near the safe’s dial. It looked like a large circle, with three smaller circles connected by the larger one, in the shape of a triangle.

Hmmm, wonder what that means

“Uh, Christine?” Jamie ventured. She turned to face Jamie, and noticed she was hovering over an open book sitting on the office desk. Christine sauntered over to see what her partner had found.

The book seemed to be about the psychology of human nature overall; including different religions and cultures of the past and present world. But the page it was left open on, was talking about the Bible along with good and evil. Then it starts talking about the philosopher Seneca and his virtues that define the human experience.

“It’s missing a page.” Jamie said, pointing at how the corner page numbers go from

347 straight to 349.

“Looks like it was ripped out.” Christine ran her finger down the torn paper left in the book. “I bet it had the code to the safe on it, or something close to it.”

After a few hours of rooting around for clues in their respective locations, the guests of Rosewood Manor regrouped outside on the patio. There was a table set up with sandwiches, pasta salad, and fruit salad, all plastered up. To drink was water or lemonade for the California heat. Everyone wandered outside for lunch and to, hopefully, learn some clues of how Firmin died. Once everyone grabbed some food, the mingling started.

Following getting some pasta salad and some fruit, Christine decides to take initiative and goes over to Raoul, the only other person she knows, and tries to get some information. Just as Christine was sitting down, Sorelli walked over to them.

“Hey Sorelli, what’s up?” Wandered Christine in a friendly voice.

“Nothing much. But, uh, can I join?”

“Join what?” Raoul questioned.

“You know, join your team. You guys are making an alliance, right?” She asked, with one of her dark eyebrows raised.

Looking at each other Raoul and Christine shrugged shoulders. “I guess we didn’t think about it but, yeah, I guess we could team up.” Answered Raoul, to which Christine smiled and nodded her head in response. She was happy to be in his presence again, making new memories in their young-adult lives. Hopefully after all of this madness, we can stay in touch.

“So, Christine, what did you find in the library?” Sorelli began, jumping right into the important stuff.

“Well me and Jamie…” She trailed off. At the mention of Jamie, Christine realized that she was sort of breaking the promise she made herself. So, she looks around the patio and spots one petite, wheat haired woman sitting by herself near Piangi, Carlotta, and Andre. Jamie looks downwards, with a forlorn look on her face, then up making eye contact with Christine. She smiles warmly and waves her over, which makes Jamie’s eyes go wide, only to stand up and quickly walk over. She took a seat next to Sorelli on the lounge chair opposite Christine and Raoul’s. What once was three, now is four.

“Hi Jamie, I was just about to tell these guys what we found in the library’s office. Now that you’re here, chime in if I miss anything.” Christine told her, wanting her to feel welcomed, to which she nodded. “So, as I was saying, Jamie and I found an open safe and a book with a missing page.”

“An open safe? What was inside?” Pondered Sorelli.

“There was some jewelry, uh, a lot of cash, and, get this, three gold bars. Like, real ones!” She exclaimed.

“Woah, that’s weird.” Remarked Raoul.

“Yeah, rich people are weird.”

“Well, yeah, that, but also the fact that he didn’t take anything.”

“Tell them about the book Christine,” added Jamie, “and the page too.”

“What book?” Questioned Sorelli, taking a sip of her lemonade.

“There was a book sitting on the desk, completely open, and the page that was there was ripped out.” Jamie spoke with such energy, seemingly like she bounced back from this morning, making Christine smile.

“What about you guys,” Christine asked, “what was the morgue like?”

Sorelli and Raoul shared a look, obviously with hesitance plainly visible on both of their faces.

“Well,” Sorelli started, “for starters it’s in the house.”

That shocked Christine, and clearly frightened Jamie. A moment passed as the two girls tried to figure out what that meant.

“I’m sorry, in the house? H-how?” Wondered a very confused Christine, asking because Jamie looked frozen in place.

“There is a morgue in the house, it’s down in the basement. That weird butler brought us down there and opened a door with, you guessed it, Firmin laying on a metal table wearing nothing but a blue paper gown.” She said in a grave voice.

“Yeah, his clothes were placed in bags on a metal cabinet next to the table.” Recounted Raoul.

“Did you check his pockets?” Christine asked, sitting on the edge of the chair.

“YES!” Exclaimed the two of them.

“I don’t remember what the text was saying,” Raoul went on, “but there was a page with a couple of symbols on them.”

This time, it’s Jamie and Christine who share a look.

“Can you remember them?” Inquired Christine.

“I do, but it might be hard to explain them.” Raoul answered.

“Maybe you could draw them!” Excited Jamie. “We can get you guys some paper and pencils and you can draw the symbols.”

“Okay, did you find something like that in the office?” Sorelli wanted to know.

“We did, on the safe. We think it might have something to do with how Firmin cracked the code and opened the safe.” Affirmed Christine.

After going back and forth with the various knowledge that the four of them shared, they came to a few realizations; one, was that Firmin was strangled after Raoul and Sorelli found dark bruising, ahem, makeup, around his neck, another was that Firmin broke into the safe for something that wasn’t the regular jewels and riches.

“I bet he hid the stolen item in his room.” Stated Sorelli, at which point she looked over at the other group.

“How do we find out what it was? I doubt those guys are gonna offer up clues willingly.” Retorted Raoul.

At that moment, Piangi got up from the small table and chairs that their group occupied, and went back to the serving table for thirds.

“I have an idea,” said Sorelli, “I’ll be right back.”

Sorelli made her way over to the sandwiches, next to Piangi, and looked like she started a friendly conversation. Almost as quickly as she arrived on the scene, Carlotta swooped into Piangi’s other side. She thread an arm through his, and started to pull him back towards the safety of their table. Sorelli came back to the lounge chairs with more lemonade, but no luck.

“That pompous peacock got to him before he had a chance to share anything useful.” Sorelli grumbled.

Throughout the rest of lunch, the four of them continued talking about finding some paper to draw the symbols that were on the missing page. They also discussed how they were going to get information about what was in Firmin’s room. All the while, eating and talking, Christine noticed that Jamie kept stealing glances at Sorelli next to her. Hmm, maybe a little crush?

All too soon, lunch ended and the group dispersed.

[bittersweet-skylines]

Hi! I came across a post you made in August about a Enjoltaire Red White and Royal Blue fic on AO3. I need this in my life. Could I have the title? Thank you.

enjoy!!!!

[nortism]

Absolutely saving this thread for later and I’ll add a couple recs of my own (also I absolutely second Omnia mutantur, nihil interit, so fucking funny)

It’s Not the Same Anymore by ShameDumpster: I will kept reccing this fic until the end of my days. Delightful modern au E/R fic about reuniting with old friends. Also Grantaire has a daughter who I love with my whole heart.

How to Keep a Political Alliance by dechagny: I haven’t actually finished this one but it’s an E/R Red White and Royal Blue au. If you read rwrb and wished there was more overthrowing of the monarchy, this is the fic for you.

Guys, I need some good, long les mis fic recs!

I'm going on a church mission trip (I'm not a Christian but I pretend awfully well) and I'm going to be stuck with my brother who turns peak abusive asshole while on trips.

I need gay French men to get me through these trying times

[dross-the-fish]

Fascinated that you made Raoul black, is there a reason?

I liked the idea of having a Raoul who was also something of an outcast making all three of the main characters isolated in their own way. In my AU Raoul is specifically the child of a French father and a Haitian mother. His mother was descended from an independently wealthy family of gens de couleur libres (Free people of color) from when a portion Haiti was still called Saint Domingue. The large age gap between him and his siblings is due to his mother being a second wife, making him a half-sibling to Philippe. He occupies a strange social sphere of having enough wealth and power that no one can outright insult him to his face but he still finds himself ostracized because of his status as the mixed-race son of a second wife. Spoiled in some ways, deprived in others. There are no expectations or responsibilities placed upon him, he is permitted a leisurely existence provided he stays quiet and doesn't do anything to draw attention to himself or sully his family's name. During his youth he met Christine and her father, two of the very few people to be genuinely kind and welcoming to him. Part of why he clings so hard to Christine is because in some way she was his only real friend. Raoul has spent nearly his whole life being surrounded by people and feeling entirely alone. Being genuinely loved and wanted by someone other than his immediate family is a big deal to him. Like in the book he has his moments of youthful pride, jealousy and stubbornness but I've tried to re-frame them in a way that adds a little more depth and nuance to the character and his emotions.

In my 1918 AU he and Christine are happily married and have children. He has not forgiven, nor forgotten what Erik put him through and is less than pleased to find out he's still alive.

[russicnrat]

@dechagnys​​​  /  ✦✧ :  musicals ask : phantom of the opera !!

favourite character: raoul, but i gotta say firmin & andré’s stupidity owns half my heart

least favourite character: carlotta

favourite obc cast member: probably michael crawford ( honourable mention: ramin karimloo from 25th ;) )

favourite current cast member ( if applicable ): i’ve yet to see the current cast, but i have high hopes for john riddle!!

favourite song: angel of music or masquerade

least favourite song: wandering child... it sounds great, but the fact that the phantom is coming onto her while also passing as her father feels a little wrong

favourite act ( if applicable ): act ii

favourite ship: christine & raoul by default? ( soft, but often too sappy )

least favourite ship: i feel like i can’t endorse any ship with erik only because my guy has got some issues to sort through first

if there is something i would change about the musical: the music & costumes are *chef’s kiss*, but i often feel like most of the characters lack development apart from their relationships. personally, i think the characters come off as bland when there’s definitely time & space for more personality. & it moves a little slow for my taste too.

rating: 7/10

[swedemoved]

@dechagnys​ sent: how your muse responds to unconditional love. / what items can be found in your muse’s pockets?  / how your muse responds to anger. / how often does your muse get sick? ↳  𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂, 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶! 

𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙽𝙳𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝚄𝙽𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙳𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴

mmm she responds okay? ish? anyone admitting any kind of love to her makes christine kiiiiiinda wanna crawl under a table and die but, y’know. she’s able to accept it pretty easily, reciprocation is another vein entirely. mainly surprises her more than anything? she doesn’t ever seem to expect or anticipate being loved. not with raoul, not with erik, not with anyone except for maybe her father. she cherishes it, though. christine holds those moments close to her heart.

𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸𝚃𝙴𝙼𝚂 𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝙱𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴’𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙴𝚃𝚂? 

lots of things, honestly! some staples are her rosary, francs, and usually some kind of spare ribbon. needle and thread occasionally, specifically when she knows she’ll be headed to rehearse; en pointe shoes need to be darned, and also, quick costume fixes for herself and the other girls. she also keeps a bit of spare parchment on her person, just in case. 

𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙽𝙳𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁

badly. really, really badly. she’ll either cry instantaneously or get just as angry and blow up. there’s absolutely no in between. if the anger is directed at her, she’s more likely to cry or break down. if the anger is from an outside source, she’s more likely to get just as angry as the other person and they can sit and stew together. christine feels everything very, very intensely. 

𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙾𝙵𝚃𝙴𝙽 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝚂𝙸𝙲𝙺?

not that often? she gets springtime and summertime allergies. lots of comical sneezing. when christine does get sick, she gets really sick. like, confined to her bed sick. unable to move sick. you won’t see her for weeks. it doesn’t happen much, thankfully. 

[confessionsofanoperaghost]

Yes I would also like a The Terrors version of Raoul deChagny👀👀👀

Not shocked to report that thus far, Book!Raoul is, in fact, still a little bitch.

But I'm very fascinated that he was supposed to be a sailor? Where's my AU where Raoul is, in fact, subjected to the horrors of Arctic Expedition?! I demand it.

[wldbirds]

nic is a FUCK........ but nic is MY fuck........ ❤️❤️❤️

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