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Returning to Your Angel🥀

A Phantom of the Opera!Elvis fic

Prompt: After fleeing the Opera House unexpectedly five years ago, you're back hoping to start a new chapter. But your undeniable attraction to the Phantom makes your life more complicated than you hoped.

TW: Tension!!!

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: Hi everyone! I can't wait another moment to keep this fic from you all! I'm so excited for you all to read this and hope you love it as much as I do. For those of you new to my blog, I'm sure you can tell I have a love for Elvis and thought he'd be a great Phantom🤭 Picture whoever you want in this role but he's who I had in my head while I wrote this. Feel free to let me know if you want me to add you to my taglist for this fic!

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Paris, 1881

The gust of the cool fall air made your skin prickle as you stood on the steps of the Opera Populaire. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You were nervous to be back here. It had been five years since you last took steps into this building. So much transpired to make you leave. You always considered it your home and didn’t want to leave right away, but you thought it would be a good idea to start a new chapter and get away from this place… at least for a little while. 

You danced on beautiful stages in London during this time, but something about the Opera House’s stage called you. You needed to be back in this beautiful place. Not only did you know you would be welcomed back, you were truly missed. No one wanted you to go and it was a painful decision to leave the life you made here. You had lived here with the other ballerinas since you were twelve and in a way, it was the only home you had left. You didn’t have any other family anymore and here you were at twenty-one, running back to the only home you had left.

You shakily pull the heavy door and walk inside the grand entrance. Your boots clicked on the polished marble floor and dozens of candelabras lit the whole room. It was more breathtaking than you remembered. Every inch of this place sparkled and made it feel like you were walking through a palace. You take your time walking in, absorbing every detail, and see nothing has changed since the last time you were here. But then, you freeze in your tracks. The grand staircase was lined with roses on the stair’s rails, vined like ivy through the banister.

He couldn’t have possibly known you were coming back, did he? No, it’s impossible. The only person who knew was Madame Giry, the head ballet teacher. You made her promise to not tell a soul, and that included him. You were just being paranoid and needed to calm down. You couldn’t lose your head like this. Not again. 

You see a single red rose on the first step of the staircase. You look around and see no one in sight. Your heart can’t help but gallop at the sight and know it’s meant for you. It was a strange coincidence if it wasn’t. You set your two suitcases down and pick up the rose. Oh, it smelled so sweet and fragrant. The shade was an impossibly deep crimson and only a certain kind you’ve seen here in the Opera House. You would receive dozens of these after a great performance in your dressing room. The smell of them would never leave your senses. 

Your fingers lightly spin the rose back and forth between your thumb and index finger and watch the petals expand, making it look more full and illustrious. You suddenly wince when a thorn in the stem pricks your finger, making the faintest cut there where blood pebbles out from. You quickly bring it to your mouth and suck on it, stopping the bleeding. You feel foolish. It hasn’t been more than five minutes and you’re causing a mess for yourself. 

You tuck the stem of the rose into your bag and make your way to the office where Madame Giry will be waiting for you. It didn’t take you long to remember where her office was. It was down the hall of the entryway to the theater and had the letter G on the door. You quietly knock on the door, waiting for her to let you in. 

“Come in,” you hear her say solemnly. 

You twist the doorknob and walk into the low-lit office. Books lined the walls and in the corner was her desk, papers sprawled across it. She gives you a warm smile and quickly gets up from her chair, clasping her hands together at her chest. She wore a black bustled dress that had a high neckline and her hair was perfectly tied back in a bun. 

“Oh Christine, it is just marvelous to see you,” she says gleefully. You set your bags down on the floor and she hugs you tightly. She had so much compassion and love when she hugged you. You viewed her as a motherly figure because of how sincere she always was toward you. 

“It’s been too long. How have you been?” You ask. 

“Well. It’s great to have you back, it hasn’t been the same since you left,” she says. 

“I’ve missed this place, there’s no other stage like it.”

She glances at your bags on the floor and pauses when she sees the rose sticking out of your bag. You look at her expectantly, waiting for her to say something about it. 

“I take it you found his welcome present,” she says low, almost like a whisper. 

Your heart sinks, hating that your instincts were right from the moment you saw it. You can’t help but be a bit frustrated with her response. You specifically told her not to tell anyone! And that meant him too. 

“You told him?” You say flatly, making sure to keep your voice low. 

She takes a step back from you, seeing how upset you’re becoming. 

“No, I didn’t. But you know he has his ways. This is his Opera House, he knows everything that happens in these walls whether we want him to know or not.” 

You tried to remain calm but you couldn’t help but grow angry. You wanted to keep your distance from him as much as it was possible. You knew it was going to be hard, but you didn’t want him to infiltrate your life again. It was overwhelming.

“I don’t want to see him,” you say looking at the rose, trying to hide how much this is making you upset. 

“I’m afraid that’s not up to you my dear. You know he has his ways. Not even I can denounce his wishes,” she says solemnly. 

You take a deep breath and slowly let it out, hating how this is your welcome in the first ten minutes of being here. 

“I came here to dance, not be his little puppet,” you say through your teeth. 

Her eyes grow shocked and quickly covers your mouth with her hand. She looks up to the ceiling fearful, holding her breath and staring back at you with an intensity that makes your skin crawl. 

“Don’t you dare speak of your Angel that way. His wrath would reign over all of us if you disobey him.”

Thanks for reminding me, you think begrudgingly. 

You pull her hand off of your face and step back. 

“I’m not a fool, I know this place is his. I’m here to perform for the people. I must make that clear.” You pick up your bags and are ready to be done with this conversation. Everything else said would only make you more upset. 

“When is rehearsal?”

Her lips form into a straight line, clearly not pleased with your attitude. 

“7 am. Do not be late.”

*

You shortly arrived to the dormitories and you have one of the few rooms to yourself. You secretly wanted to share a room and be with the other ballerinas but Madame Giry gave you the small room to yourself until someone else came along to share the bedroom with you. You didn’t want the special treatment. It could cause drama with the others and that was the last thing you needed. 

The room was small and colorless. There was only space for two small beds and a nightstand that had three drawers. A small window was above your bed that was level to the street. It was getting late so hardly anyone was walking the streets. You unpacked your bags and tried to make yourself at home. It was hard though. You remembered how you felt when you first came here over ten years ago. The fear of being in a new place terrified you. You have similar feelings this time too. 

The sight of the dozens of roses as you walked in jarred you and the fact that no one told him you were coming scared you to bits. How did he know? You were terrified that he somehow was more powerful than the last time you saw him. It was something you didn’t understand. How could one man yield such power? You didn’t want to be fearful of him. He was just a man. But he was a man that brought out a different side of you. 

He taught you how to use your voice and get better every time you would visit him. This granted you new roles in productions here at the Opera House. You had always been the shy, quiet, ballerina when you first got here but the more time you spent with him, the more fearless you felt. The more confident you became. 

But now you were back at the beginning. You were fearful. Fearful of seeing him. You left this place without warning and you could not imagine the anger that he felt. You get underneath the blankets and pull them all the way to your chin. You try to expel that thought out of your mind and close your eyes. You had to get some sleep. You wanted to get to rehearsals early and make a good first impression. There were a lot of girls you hadn’t met before and you hoped it would be a smooth transition. 

You must have tossed and turned for hours. A cold sweat formed on your temples even though you were shivering on this cold January night. Every time you closed your eyes, you felt this force over you, like a shadow watching you sleep. You knew it was all in your head but you couldn’t shake it. You even left your lantern on to illuminate the dark room.  This dark feeling wouldn’t escape you and before you knew it, the sunlight started to creep in and that dark, claustrophobic feeling left you. You finally closed your eyes and got the most minuscule amount of sleep before rehearsals. 

* 

You felt a bit rusty. Your turns weren’t clean and you couldn’t find any balance. It probably didn’t help that you were sleep-deprived. You tried to snap yourself out of the haze you found yourself in. Madame Giry was tough on you, reprimanding you over the slightest mistake you made. You knew she was still upset about your conversation yesterday but she also knew you were better than this. Making silly mistakes wasn’t like you. 

You tried to mingle with the other girls but it was hard. They heard about you and how you got leading roles. It was jealousy that tainted the first impression of you but you couldn’t let it shake you. It would be nice to make friends again here but you came to dance. That was what made you happiest of all. 

A familiar face brightened your day as you were about to leave for the day. It was Raoul, dressed in tails and a black top hat. He looked so dapper and it was so nice to see him. He was another person you didn’t say a proper goodbye to before you left. You’ve always considered him your childhood sweetheart. It was more flirtatious than anything. You always thought he was good looking and he was always there for you in hard times. 

“Raoul!” You say excitedly. His face lights up when he sees you. He pulls you into his arms and hugs you tightly. 

“Oh my gosh do my eyes deceive me?! You’re back! You’re really back!”

“Yes! I was homesick and just had to come back!”

“It’s so great to see you Christine, I really missed you.”

“Me too, I’m sorry I left so suddenly last time,” you say timidly. 

“It’s okay. I’m sure you had a good reason for it,” he tells you. 

“Yes, I had an opportunity I just couldn’t pass,” you lie. 

“That’s wonderful, you’re so talented, don’t confine yourself to one place,” he says with a smile, “I’d love to get dinner with you sometime and catch up, please let me know when you’re free.”

“Of course, I’m sure I’ll see you around,” you say cutely. 

He gives you another hug and kisses the top of your head, making your heart flutter. 

After a long day of rehearsing, you finally got to go back to your room to rest after dinner. Your legs ached a bit and knew you needed to try to get more sleep tonight. You changed into your white nightgown that had ruffles at the swooping neckline. You quickly got under the blankets and tried to warm yourself up. 

You once again found yourself tossing and turning, unable to stop your mind from wandering. You grew frustrated as time ticked by slowly. The clock read 1 am and you were wide awake. There was this nagging feeling pulling you out of bed, not letting your body relax or be content. You decided to get out of bed and take a walk to clear your mind. You put a robe on over your nightgown and pick up your lantern. 

The barren halls were eerie and unsettling at this time of night. Something about the stillness made you on edge. You kept walking, trying to clear your mind and stay at peace. You knew this place so well, you were sure you could walk it with your eyes closed. You then stop in your tracks as you approach the end of the hall. 

Chills run up your spine as you stand before the dressing room door. You had been in there countless times after performances and if you were lucky enough, he would visit you. Those memories came back to you so vividly and yet they were so long ago. So much changed between now and the last time you visited him. 

As much as you had some bitter feelings towards him, you still had this soft spot for him. You wondered if he had some animosity towards you for leaving so suddenly. It scared you, to be frank. You had seen how he would get when things didn’t go his way…

Your hand trembles as it reaches for the ornate door knob. It was unlocked and the hinges made a small groaning squeak when you opened it wide enough for you to fit through. You quickly glance behind you to make sure no one is around and close the door behind you. You press your back to the door and your eyes frantically try to see what is in the room. You lift your lantern up higher and your breath gets sucked out of you. 

The whole room was filled with roses. Dark red ones. The scent of them made your senses come alive and almost feel like you were entranced. You walk further into the room and see the large gold-framed mirror in front of you. It made you look so small in comparison to the tall mirror. You look around one more time, seeing if there is anyone else in here. 

“Hello?” You whisper. 

No answer. Only the sound of the wind creaked through the windows. Your heart pounds in anticipation, knowing you have to face your fears sooner than later. 

“Angel, are you there?” Your voice trembles. 

No response. 

You place your lantern on the vanity table and wait for any sign he’s there listening. Only the sound of darkness is heard and it’s surrounding you completely. Your breathing quickens and you can’t calm yourself down. Maybe he doesn’t want to see you. You hurt him too much and he doesn’t want to see you after all. 

Your body feels torpid and you drop to your knees. You pant for breath and bring your hands together, clasping them at your chest. You look at the mirror, fear encapsulating your mind. 

“My Angel of Music, speak to me. I’m here,” you tremble. 

You wait for any sign and you feel it. There was this dark affection that would come over you when he was near, suffocating yet breathed life into you. 

You close your eyes and struggle for breath, trying to speak to him more. 

“My Angel, come to me. Please, I’m right here. I want you to come to me,” you plead. 

Your eyes flutter open and see his dark reflection in the mirror. He was wearing all black with a high-collared jacket and cape. It was so dark beyond the mirror that all you could perfectly see was his white porcelain mask. Those eyes burned into you there kneeling on the floor, making your heart fly out of your chest. 

“Angel,” you breathe.

“Come to me,” his voice booms in the quiet.  

You get up off your knees and slowly walk to him, so entranced to be in his presence again. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him even if you tried. He stood there perfectly still and the mirror slides open. His leather-gloved hand reaches out to you and you glance down at it, knowing if you take his hand, your world will change once again. There was no turning back. 

You meet his serious eyes and get lost in them. Your fingers wrap around his hand and you step over the mirror’s frame. A smile flashes across his face as he squeezes your hand tighter. 

“Oh my sweet, you’ve come back to me,” he breathes. He places a kiss on the back of your hand, sending chills through your whole body. You forgot how those plush lips felt on your skin. It was obsessional. 

He pulls you further down the stone hallway and into his lair. He walked slowly, never taking his eyes off of you. You couldn’t either. Being in his presence was the most intoxicating feeling on this earth. You forgot how cold it was the further you two descended to the lake. Lanterns on the wall illuminated as you two walked down the stone hallway, making the darkness now glow golden. This made it easier to see his face and the way he was looking at you. 

He helps you get in a boat that is lined with lavish pillows and a blanket. You sat at the very front of it, wrapping the soft blanket around your body. You glance behind at him, completely enamored by his beauty. The further you trek across the lake, the more candles on the walls flicker with flame and give a soft glow to the darkness that surrounds you. 

Candelabras emerge from the lake, lighting as soon as the candle wicks touch the air. It fascinated you how he made that possible. The whole lair glowed with soft light and made you feel warm and safe. 

He stops the boat gently at the shore of the lake and gets out first, offering his hand out to you to help you get out. You let the blanket fall off your body and step in front of him. You couldn’t believe you were back here and your words ran dry looking at him. 

His jet-black hair was slicked back and gleamed in the light. His skin was perfectly smooth and pale, not a flaw on him. He looked the same as the last time you saw him or somehow more gorgeous you think. You can’t help but look up at him in awe.

“You haven’t changed a bit, you’re still the same,” you whisper. You fought the way you wanted to reach up to his face and see what his perfect skin felt like. He nods his head and smiles down at you, taking in a laborious breath before speaking. 

“And you have only grown more beautiful my Angel,” he says low. Lord, that voice of his makes you crumble. He didn’t have to say anything in particular, just the way he sounded drew you in. 

“Thank you,” you mumble, blushing looking away from him. 

He leads you further into his lair where there is a red sofa and other chairs around a table. He invites you to sit down while he stays standing. He still drinks you in with his eyes and stays silent. 

“You’ve let your hair grow out longer,” he observes. 

You flash your eyes up at him and nod your head. 

“Yes, I know that’s how you like it.” You press your lips together when you realize what you said out loud. Something about being so close to him has your thoughts come out so easily without any hesitation. 

He gives you a smirk, liking what he just heard. 

“Yes, I do like it. It looks beautiful like this,” he coos. You try not to let his words phase you but it’s almost impossible to. You longed to hear his beautiful praise. 

He sits down next to you, leaving only inches between you two. You can hear him make a sharp breath as he tries to find the right words. He raises his hand and brushes your curly locks off your shoulder, making you shiver. 

“Why did you leave me Angel?” He asks, his voice soft and tender. You weren’t expecting him to be so gentle about it. You thought he would still be upset over your sudden disappearance.

It feels like your heart just got ripped out of you when you look at him. His eyes were so full of pain and you didn’t know what to say that would fix that. 

“I had to go… it was time to move on from this place,” you say lightly. 

He picks up your hand and holds it on your lap. You never wanted to leave this moment. You wished you could be like this forever with him. 

“That breaks my heart to hear,” he sighs. 

“I know, it hurt me too, trust me. I felt awful. You were always on my mind…I-, I dreamed of you all the time,” you whisper. 

He pauses, smirking when he looks at you, “I know. I did too. That beautiful voice of yours echoed in my head every time I closed my eyes,” he confesses caressing your face gently. 

You couldn’t help but give into this force that was a part of him. He attracted you to a molecular level. No matter how dangerous people said he was, you wanted to get closer and closer to him. Your eyes trail over his face, unable to believe he would dare hide half of his face when he is so strikingly beautiful. His luring eyes gleamed a deep blue in this light and those full lips were begging to be kissed. You dreamed of what it would be like to be kissed by him...

You lean in ever so slightly, taking a sharp breath in. He looks at your lips and licks his bottom lip ever so slightly. 

“What are you looking at my dear?” He murmurs. 

“Just you, I’ve missed your beauty,” you say quietly. 

He smiles and places your hand on his lips, sighing softly when he looks back at you. 

“Oh you’re too kind to me,” he says as he places his gloved hand on your cheek. You lean into his touch and want him closer, so much closer. He does lean in and you can feel his breath on the shell of your ear. Your skin prickles and you can’t help but breathe in sharply. His hand that was on your cheek then slides down to the crook of your neck and rests there.

“Sing for me, my Angel. Let me hear that beautiful voice again…” he says low, his deep tenor voice making your whole body feel aflame. A breathy whine emits from your throat unwillingly and put your hand around his wrist. This felt like a dream, too good to be true being this close to him.

You slowly pull your head away to look at him and those serious eyes make you come unraveled. They were so intense and you swore they could look into your soul. So you nod your head at him and stand before him, letting his hand graze against the front of your body. His gaze doesn’t falter and he continues to look at you from your nose down to your slippers, taking his time looking at every inch. You swear he makes a groaning sound deep in his throat but he clears it, pointing to the direction of the piano.

“Go to the piano,” he instructs.

You slowly turn and go further up the lair. There were more candles around the piano and a few loose sheets of music hewas writing earlier resting on music stands. The air gets sucked out of your lungs when you feel him behind you. You didn’t need to turn around to see how close he was. It was a sensation you couldn’t quite describe and one you didn’t get from anyone else. Only he could make you feel like this…

You feel his hands wrap around your waist slowly and you feel yourself sink into his tall frame. You couldn’t think straight when he touched you. He’s done this before so many years ago and you felt like you could faint. You feel his shaky breath along your neck and you let your head fall back against his chest. 

“Help me make the music of the night… please…Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light… And listen to the music of the night,” he hums in your ear.

You bring your hands up to rest on his on your body and relish in his touch.

“Yes, I’ll listen. I’ll sing for you, my Angel” you sigh. He slowly turns you around to look at him. His lips form a sly smirk and he looks at your lips once again.

“Oh darling… it’s so good to have you back.”

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✨🎂 Happy 83rd Birthday to Paul Williams! 🍰 ✨

Born September 19th, 1940.

Here is a selection of a few of his songs!

[missmaywemeetagain]

I’m not big into musicals and although The Phantom of the Opera is probably the most well known one, I have never fully indulged myself in it. What are some of your favorites moments from the musical and what about it changed your life?

(I figured I might as well learn about it and you seem like an amazing teacher!)

Oh, Stephanie, honey darlin’, I just LOVE this can of worms you are opening for me—thank you so much for asking!! ❤️ (Did I spend way to much time on this? yes. Did I love every minute of it? also yes. Did I cry watching the Overture clips? 100% yes.)

So, I was pretty young when I first listened to the soundtrack (only 8), and digging way deep, I’ll say that the drama of the music itself really got to me—the big orchestrations and amazing voices had me instantly hooked. Also, I was so fascinated that almost the entire musical was sung and that made it incredibly interesting to listen to because I could pretty much figure out the whole story just from the lyrics. I had been exposed to musicals prior to this, mainly Disney ones and good ole Rogers and Hammerstein ones, but this was so different. It was dark and scary (murder! crazy genius madman! problematic love story!). It was dramatic af. And it pulled at my heartstrings in a way nothing had ever done before. And I know Phantom isn’t for everyone because the opera-esque style of singing is not everyone’s cup of tea (and honestly, I am not really a classical opera fan either LOL), but I loved it cuz I’d never heard people do such amazing things with their voices before.

I saw it live for the first time just after my 11th birthday (and 12 -13 times since in various places, not counting filmed productions), and I will say I was on the edge of my seat the entire time. There is so much to look at and take in and somehow I always find something new each time I see it. It's a complete spectacle in the best way possible, honestly. It was everything amazing about theater that I longed to be a part of.

It changed my life because I wanted to be Christine Daae (lol). The more I listened, the more I wanted to sing like her and that led me to the fact that this was a musical and people could actually be in this production. So I learned as much as I could about the production and I tried to mold my little voice to be like Christine’s. And moreover, it inspired me to seek out more musicals in a similar vein, which opened an entire new world to me (hey, there Les Miserables and Evita and all the dramatic 70s/80s/90s musicals lol). Basically, Phantom turned me fully into a theater kid. I was already a dancer, and even though I was relatively shy, I thought that maybe, just maybe this was something I could do. And it set me on the path to do so! Lord knows without Phantom I may have ended up a STEM kid, but lol no. Luckily, my parents were SUPER supportive of this new passion and I owe so much to them for all the lessons and theater tickets and performances they had to sit through and for torturing them with the same thing over and over again LOL. Thanks, Mom and Dad! Anyway, I was the ultimate theater/choir kid in high school, and eventually got my Bachelor’s Degree in Theater as well.

Soooo, favorite moments! (There are many—I could go through the whole show but I’ll try to cut it down lol). 

The Overture (see links below). Seriously incredible music, sets the tone for the show, but when you see the stage production and see how the entire set transforms like magic and that chandelier rises above the audience, my god, it’s incredible. The organ kicks in and the floor vibrates and it's this (brilliant) sensory overload that will make you feel every emotion and sensation. It's magnificent, truly. And this was a HUGE deal in theater in the 80s cuz no one had done anything like it before. And let me tell you, there is nothing like watching that chandelier rise (and fall, later) right over your head! Every time I hear it to this day, I get goosebumps, but if I’m watching it, I will cry. That’s how moving it is. Here's some bootlegs of the stage production (which don't quite do it justice, but it'll have to do! WARNING: Flashing lights) Great quality BL (begins around 3:20 but the Prologue is a good watch!). Another one from Broadway (different angle)

The title song (The Phantom of the Opera) number is crazy. I’m not sure what they were thinking putting synth, an organ, strings, and electric guitars together, but somehow it works (the 80s were WILD lol). Throw in a stunning soprano cadenza at the end and it makes it both incredibly surreal and interesting. And the staging is fantastic. There’s a moving catwalk with body doubles. There’s a boat on a dry ice lake with candles rising out of nowhere. It’s just awesome. The costuming is iconic, too. 

The Music of the Night is beautiful. And it takes a major vocal and acting talent to traverse it well. I won’t get too technical vocally, but when done well, this song is so seductive and impactful. It’s a love song about music, about Christine, and it’s innocent and sexual all at once (when done well).

Masquerade (at the top of Act II) is a fabulous ensemble number and the costuming is amazing. Iconic number overall.

Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again is my favorite song of the show (if I have to pick). For anyone who’s experienced loss (esp. that of a parent), the lyrics will hit you right in the heart. But I love listening to (and singing) this one so much. 

The Point of No Return is the most underrated number in the show, imo and one of my faves. It is sexy. as. hell. and a bit unexpected, really ramping up the passion btw the Phantom and Christine under the guise of this opera that the Phantom has written and is forcing everyone to perform. A good performance has a lot of nuance and will get you a little hot under the collar. 😏 I honestly don’t feel like I can explain it well enough, but a good watch/listen/reading the lyrics will get you there. 

The Final Lair is the insane climax and it’s a bit of a roller coaster but I love it. You’ll go from hating the Phantom to weeping over him in the span of the scene. 

The staging, sets, costuming, and makeup overall (of the original production). Like I mentioned above, a lot of what they did in Phantom was new tech for the late 80’s and to this day has a pretty stellar effect on stage. The chandelier rising and falling throughout the show is just super cool. The (4 hour) makeup for the Phantom was pretty cutting edge back in the day and has a wonderful effect on stage when done well. 

I highly recommend watching the 25th Anniversary at Royal Albert Hall from 2013 if you can’t see it live. The quality is amazing, the talent is fantastic, and while the staging isn’t quite the original because of the size of the venue, it gives you a pretty good idea of the vibe. If you don’t want to watch the whole thing at first, there are plenty of clips on YouTube of the major numbers via The Shows Must Go On (linked above). (If you are just watching clips, you may want to read a synopsis of the show as a whole so it makes sense what’s going on.) The 2004 film starring Gerald Butler and Emmy Rossum is actually pretty decent from a cinematic perspective (though I have some major qualms about GB's vocal performance) but if it's all you have, its a pretty good representation of the story. And listen, with 35 years of material, there are so many cast recordings and bootlegs, you're bound to find a combo of actors that you like! (I won't dive into that here though, cuz that's a whole other can of worms...)

Anyway, I could go on forever about it, but I will stop there as to not put you to sleep! If you choose to check it out, I hope you enjoy and you’ll have to let me know what you think! ❤️

[iminlovewithelvispresley]

Movies just do it better

[goldenhourwriter]

꧁༒☬𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝓮☬༒꧂

⋆hello, loves! i am your blog owner and author. i’ve been writing for a few years now, and i used to go under a different name on Tumblr, but I somehow lost that account, so, here I am <3

⋆my author’s name is noelle, i won’t be sharing really anymore personal info other than that. i go by she/her/hers, i am a total music and theatre fan!

⋆these are some characters/people/celebs i write for:

⋆elvis presley

⋆austin butler

⋆anakin skywalker

⋆erik destler (phantom of the opera)

⋆harry potter characters

⋆lord of the rings characters

⋆miguel o’hara

⋆and more, if requested!

✦i am looking forward to this clean slate! ✦

[justjams2003]

Request

p.s. I’ve been working on this damn list of characters for like 2 hours now (becasue I’m just in so many fandoms). And then Tumblr crashed and I lost everything.

Requests are open, but I do have some rules.

If I do accept your request do not expect it the next day, or even the same week. And if I do accept your request, do not keep bothering me (repeatedly) about the request. It will be published, but you must be patient. I am a person, I do have a social life as a young adult. I am also chronically sick and I have exams as well. This is not my first priority, it’s only for fun.

I will write for almost every kink, except: Piss, Spit, breast milk (any lactation), feet stuff (sucking, tickling, kissing ect.)

I’d prefer if you were to use the ask button on my page, if you want to be anonomys, use the annonmys button. My messages are not for requests, but if I do have a question, I’ll likely message you.

Masterlist

Characters I write for:

Mcu:

Thor Odinson

Spider-man (Peter Parker (all actors))

Wanda Maximoff

Steve Rogers

 Moon Knight (All personalities)

Deadpool

Steve Rogers

King T’Challa

Shuri

Matt Murdock

Vision

Valkyrie

Agatha Harkness

Natasha Romanoff

Pietro Maximoff

Venom (Eddie Brock)

Yelena Balova

Dceu

Batman (Ben Alfick, Christian Bale)

The Joker (Jared Leto, Heath Ledger)

Harley Quinn

Poison Ivy

Wonder Woman

Aquaman

The Flash (Grant Gustin)

Vibe

Harrison Well

Supergirl (Melissa Beniost)

Mon-El

Braniac 5

Star-Wars

Dath Vader

Princess Leia

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Padme Amidala

Bo-Katan

Poe Dameron

Din Djarin

Arcane

Jinx

Vi

Vander

Silco

Jayce

Caitlyn

Henry Cavill

August Walker

Walter Marshell

Captain Syverson

Napoleon Solo

Sherlock Holmes

Geralt of Rivia

Henry Cavill

The Sandman

Dream of the Endless

Death of the Endless

Desire of the Endless

Lucifer

Corinthian

Constantine

Hob Gadling

Calliope

The Witcher

Geralt of Rivia

Yennefer

Jaskier

Cahir

Triss Merigold

The Sound of Music

Georg Von Trapp

Maria Von Trapp

Phantom of the Opera

Erik Destler (2004 Movie)

Christene Daae

Megan Giry

God of War

Kratos

Freya

Heimdall

Thor

Vikings: Valhalla

King Kanute

Harald Sigurson

Leif Erikson

Freydis Eriksdottor 

Formula 1

Lewis Hamilton

Carlos Sainz

Daniel Riccardo

Pierre Gasly

Lando Norris

Toto Wolff

Pedro Pascal

Pedro Pascal

Oberyn Martell

Joel Miller

Din Djarin

Agent Whiskey

Javier Pena

WWE

Rhea Riple

Dominik Mysterio

Damian Priest

Finn Baylor

Basically any version of Elvis Presley.

Misc. Characters

Steve Abnesti

Khal Drog

Jack Sparrow

Dani Ardor (Midsommar)

Pelle (Midsommar)

Mads Mikkelson

If any more characters or fandoms get requested, I’ll add them

[carewyncromwell]

"I don't really need this in my life... Why don't we forget about it? (Go and take your soul...) (Go and take your soul...)

Thing is -- (Thing is -- ) Time was -- (Time was --) Part of me used to love you: Part of me still does... This light here -- Some become strangers..."

~"Some Become Strangers" by Stevie Nicks

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Carewyn's dress inspiration // the other main song I listened to while drawing this

x~x~x~x

So I thoroughly blame @dat-silvers-girl for this...but while talking with her about my recent Evan Bach post, I mentioned that since Evan and the remainder of his family is in Westminster, just south of London, and Carewyn ends up settling in London to work for the Ministry of Magic, there would be a very good chance that the two could cross paths, even unknowingly.

When Evan was taking the Tube to work one day as usual, though, he did cross paths with Carewyn -- and on his end, at least, it was very knowingly. What first caught his attention was the teenage boy in his train car talking to someone on his other side.

"Ms. Cromwell? You okay?"

It was the name "Cromwell" that caught Evan's attention. He'd heard it more than once before, of course -- it was a relatively common surname -- but it still made him start every time, since it was Lane's maiden name. And according to that frankly kind of meddlesome witch Donna, Evan knew that his children had gone back to using that surname too, rather than his. When he looked up this time, though, he was confronted with the sight of the teenage boy standing on the train talking to a well-dressed young woman with ginger-red hair, sitting down a short ways away and holding her forehead in her hand.

"Mm...yes," she said lowly, after a moment. She forced a small ruby red smile as she looked up at him. "I just haven't...been in such tight proximity with so many people, in a while. It's...louder, than I remember it."

Evan blanched when he took note of the woman's eyes -- a bit sunken-in, but almond-shaped, and bright blue. However shadowed, they were Lane's.

Evan very quickly turned away, his heart racing. God, why -- why here, why her? Why his daughter? Why here, on his daily commute, right now...?

Was Lane here too? Jacob? God, the thought of seeing either of them almost made Evan feel more nauseous. Seeing Lane after so many years was a prospect that daunted Evan, but seeing his son was almost more terrifying. Jacob had always had a temper, and he'd so strangely latched onto his sister even as a baby that Evan thought it'd be likely he'd have to physically defend himself, if Jacob caught sight of him...that is, if Lane wasn't there to diffuse things. Lane had always been the one to try to calm things down...

Despite himself, Evan scanned the train car, searching for his ex-wife. When he didn't see her or Jacob, he felt the faintest flicker of disappointment, and then a wave of overwhelming relief. Not only did he hate the thought of his estranged family causing a scene...but he didn't think how much more strain his heart could've taken, seeing Lane again after so long...

"Do you not take the Tube much?" asked the teenage boy from behind Evan.

"Well, no. As you know, there are many other ways to get around. But well, considering where we're going, I figured those methods wouldn't be as ideal."

"You can Apparate with other people too, right?" said the boy mischievously. "That sounds fun."

"Mind what you say in public, Erik," said Carewyn, before adding something a bit quieter under her breath. Evan just barely picked out the word "Muggle."

Evan's lips came together tightly. So this boy was like Carewyn and Jacob, then? He was part of that...freak world of theirs too? To think that such a promising young boy would be molded in their image rather than live a normal life, same as Jacob was...

A thought occurred to Evan that made him straighten up sharply. Was this boy -- ?!

When Evan looked at the boy called Erik, though, he found he didn't resemble Carewyn much at all. Plus he looked to be 13 or 14, at least...Carewyn couldn't be his mother: she would've had to have been a mere child herself when he was born, if she had been. And Erik had called her "Ms. Cromwell" -- he couldn't be related to her by blood. If he was her son, he'd have called her "Mother," and if he was her sibling through another marriage (this thought made Evan's stomach squirm), he would've just called her by her name. And yet the way Carewyn spoke to him...it wasn't just platonic, there was something almost maternal there...

Was this boy her stepson, perhaps? Evan wondered. Had Winnie married an older man -- someone already married? She was a young adult now, it wasn't out of the realm of possibility that she'd be married...she was probably the same age Evan was, when he married Lane. But to marry someone who had a son this old already... Evan couldn't help but frown disapprovingly, imagining his daughter marrying a man a good twenty years her senior.

"Anyway...thanks for this, Ms. Cromwell," said Erik. "Coming with me to the cinema and all."

"Well, I could hardly just drop you off and leave you there," Carewyn said with a wry smile.

"I told you you could."

"You can tell me whatever you want: it doesn't mean I'll agree with it. And besides...this clearly means a lot to you. I want to be there with you for it."

The way Carewyn spoke to Erik startled Evan yet again. It certainly didn't sound like how he expected a mother to speak to her son -- Lane certainly had never sounded so casual with Jacob, and she was always much more coddling of him than Evan himself was. It was almost sibling-esque, the way they interacted -- and yet Carewyn's sentiment still came across as so...maternal, for lack of a better word. So fond and proud...

Evan turned around, just in time to see Erik's snarky expression seemed to visibly soften.

"...Thanks, Ms. Cromwell."

The boy with the curly blond hair then seemed to sober slightly.

"...Ms. Cromwell...I wanted to say I'm sorry. For what I said the other day."

Carewyn blinked, startled.

"To that biddy in Diagon Alley," Erik prompted. "You know, the one who called you my mum."

Carewyn seemed to immediately understand, and her face grew much more gentle. "Erik..."

"I shouldn't have made such a big deal about it," Erik muttered, his eyes awkwardly drifting over to his and Carewyn's reflections in the window. "I mean, yeah, she was stupid to think it, when you're not even that much older than me and we don't look a thing alike -- but well, you do kind of act like my -- like a mum sometimes -- and you were with me while I was getting my school supplies, so it was only logical for her to think it. And well...I don't want you to think I'm ungrateful...you know, for everything..."

"Erik," Carewyn cut him off very firmly. She brought a hand up and took hold of his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "That is the last thing I would think."

She paused. Despite himself, Evan couldn't help but listen that bit more intently, even while trying to not draw attention to himself.

"...After what happened to your mother...I understand you being upset about what that woman said," Carewyn said softly. "Of course I don't think it was right for you to have sworn at her...but I know your anger came out of trauma and pain, not anything vindictive or cruel. And the last thing I'd ever want to do is replace your mother...or your father. I know I never could, even if I wanted to."

Her eyes fell on her own hand on Erik's shoulder rather than staying locked on his.

"...I don't want to be your mother, Erik. I'm very happy just being your guardian, for however long you need me. That's all I sought from the court, and that's all I want to be."

"Guardian." Then Carewyn had adopted this boy, as his legal guardian? Evan tried to envision raising Jacob on his own in his mid-twenties without Lane, and the mental image was intimidating. Being raised by his great-uncle more than his own parents, Evan would've been utterly clueless in being a single parent -- even Lane he always assumed did a better job of it than he ever would have...

Erik's face had lost nearly all of its edge by this point -- if anything, his expression betrayed something much warmer.

"You really are smashing, Ms. Cromwell," he said. "I hope you know that."

His smile then grew a bit more devilish again.

"...So...since you're not mad about what I said...does this mean you'll give me some more of those special lessons you promised me?"

Carewyn gave a loud huff. "Those 'special lessons' are supposed to be to help you defend yourself -- they're not a reward to be taken away when I'm unhappy with you. But I could very well withhold some of the rather nice Christmas presents I've set aside, if you don't learn to clean up your language."

Erik gave a loud, cackling laugh that prompted Carewyn to smile a bit more wryly herself as she got up.

"Well, come on, then -- here's our stop."

Her sparkly starred heels clapped against the floor as she crossed to the closest door. Evan watched his daughter go, wrapping her arm around her ward as the two climbed off the train and into the crowd of the underground station. Then, silently shifting his gaze out the opposite window, Evan watched the wall fly past him as the train picked up steam and sped off toward the next stop.

Because Carewyn had been focused so tightly on Erik and his mind, so as to quiet the thoughts of all the other people on the train she could've picked up, she'd had no idea that she'd been sitting mere feet away from her father. Even if she had chosen to look anywhere besides Erik, it's likely she still wouldn't have noticed him -- for she had no memory of the man's face and would therefore have likely only seen him as a stranger. Which, sadly enough, he practically was, even while they still lived together...

Carewyn was a stranger to him. Evan knew it, and he'd known it, even when she was small. He'd never "gotten" her, largely because part of him had been afraid to -- failing so badly to connect with Jacob had been so painful that the thought of messing up again, and worse, with Carewyn had made him withdraw from her, hesitant to let her in. But there had been moments, here and there, where he'd deeply regretted not knowing her. Times when she -- strangely enough -- almost seemed more like him than Jacob had been. More respectful of the rules -- more interested in pleasing others. And yet Evan knew he truly hadn't known Carewyn. How could he, when it was so blatantly obvious to Lane that she had magic, same as Jacob? And now it was all the more obvious that Carewyn was nothing like Evan. The way she talked to her adopted son -- her "ward"...it was nothing like how Evan had ever talked to Jacob, let alone her. She sounded gentle, affectionate, playful...

She sounded...happy. Raising Erik in her strange World, on her own...Carewyn was happy.

"Are you okay, mister?"

Evan looked up, startled, to see a little girl with cornrows and a sunhat sitting across from him with her mother, who had looked up from her purse with muted concern. It was only when Evan looked up at the two that he saw himself reflected in the window behind him -- and the tear that had leaked out the side of his right eye down his face.

He quickly swept it off his face with one hand.

"Ahem -- yes, I'm...fine."

Feeling embarrassed, Evan turned his focus back out the window, away from the girl and her mother.

Carewyn was happy. It was a thought that was a wave of grief that drowned Evan's soul, and yet...that wave felt strangely comforting, all the same. He stayed floating in that feeling for the rest of his commute, until he finally reached his destination, at which point he walked to work.

Once he reached his office, Evan closed the door and put on an Elvis record as he got to work. It was something he often did, to help pass the time when the day was slow and his depression made it hard for him to soldier through -- and, unbeknownst to Evan, was also what Carewyn herself did, whenever she had trouble focusing on what she was doing.

"Today I stumbled from my bed With thunder crashing in my head, My pillow still wet from last night's tears... And as I think of giving up, A voice inside my coffee cup Kept crying out, ringing in my ears...

'Don't cry, Daddy... Daddy, please, don't cry... Daddy, you've still got me and little Tommy, And together we'll find a brand new mommy... Daddy, Daddy, please laugh again -- Daddy, ride us on your back again -- Oh, Daddy...please, don't cry...'"

[starry-eyedromantics]

This is what I am dealing with rn. My Pinterest keeps giving me random pictures side by side of these two men and I can’t handle it. I think I NEED an Elvis/Phantom crossover😫 Like their vibes work well agh🫣 I don’t know what I’m doing help.

[dreamingofep]

Returning to Your Angel pt. 5🥀

Prompt: After fleeing the Opera House unexpectedly five years ago, you're back hoping to start a new chapter. But your undeniable attraction to the Phantom makes your life more complicated than you hoped.

TW: Tension, SMUTTT, Elvis being dominant 🫣

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: Hi everyone! The spice just continues to get spicier 🫣 I'm sorry but this man is just a lot! I don't think you'll complain though 🤭Please enjoy.

♰

His eyes draw a map on you, taking notes of all his favorite places. He cleaned the mess off your tummy and laid next to you for quite some time. There was room between you two as he gently rubbed his hands up your thigh and across your chest. He hums softly to himself when he sees your body get goosebumps over his slightest touch. 

You stare at his long black eyelashes fluttering in a daze when he’s looking at you. 

“So pretty…” he whispers as his finger circles your nipple. You whimper softly and reach out to caress his face. 

“You’re too kind to me.”

“You deserve it all my Angel.”

He places kisses on your neck before covering your naked body with his cape. The material was heavy and weighed you down. You weren’t sure how he walked around wearing this looking so graceful. 

“You’re going to have to go back soon my darling. You have another show tomorrow,” he tells you while he kisses your cheek. 

“No, I don’t want to go yet,” you pout. 

“You need your rest,” he insists. 

“Let me rest here,” you beg even though you already know the answer. You’ve asked him to let you stay the night before and he always gave you the same excuse. 

“No my Angel, you need to rest in your bed.”

“This is a perfectly good bed to rest in,” you quip cheekily. 

This sound comes from his chest that makes every hair on you stand up. It was like a hissing sound a dangerous animal would make. He pins you down again and pulls at your hair to make sure you’re looking at him. 

“Because I wouldn’t let you rest in this bed. I’ve already made a mess in it, I would want to keep ruining it.” He growls in your ear. 

Your body shutters underneath him and stare at him in disbelief. You knew he meant it as a threat but you had never been so intrigued. You squirm a bit and look drunkenly at him. 

“Is that a new promise you’re making to me?” You whisper. 

His eyes darken and his jaw clenches. 

“You’re really asking for it you know? You’re asking for me to lose all the control  I have when it comes to you,” he snaps as he pulls your hair tighter. A slight whimper escapes your mouth and you look at him helplessly. 

“What do you want from me? You’ve deprived me of you for so long,” you say sourly. 

“You were the one that left, not me,” he bellows. 

“Well I’m here now… and things are different,” you throw back. 

“Yes they are…” he says gruffly, “you’ve let the beast come out and see the light.”

Your hands squeeze onto his biceps as his words make your heart fly out of your chest. 

“Don’t hold it back,” you whimper. 

His hand trails down to your breasts and squeezes them firmly, making you moan slightly. His mouth is back on you, sucking on your nipple and groaning heavily. He puts more pressure on you and you feel that familiar electric tingle zap through your body. He lets out his own satisfied moans like you’re a meal. 

He looks up at you with those dangerous blue eyes and bites his lip before speaking. 

“You can’t say things like that to me… you have no idea what I want to do to you…” he rumbles in your ear. 

You can’t even breathe when he says that to you. You feel your heart pound away in your chest and crumble under him. You feel your core throb as he continues to lick and suckle on your breasts. 

“Oh God,” you sigh. 

You wanted him all over again. You didn’t care if you had to beg, you wanted him all to yourself. After all those years of him keeping his distance and trying not to touch you, the dam broke and you needed him like air. 

“What do you want from me?” You breathe. 

“I want all of you. I shouldn’t tell you what I need.”

“Take what you want,” you sigh, kissing his arms where the various curved scars reside on his skin. 

You broke him with that. He loved hearing you want him so much. He got back in between your legs and spread them open. You look down and see his cock is hard again. He teased it at your entrance and groaned because of it. 

“I’ve ruined you enough, I can’t go any further,” he grumbles to himself.

“You haven’t ruined me, you’ve given me exactly want. There’s nothing wrong with that,” you try to convince him.

You push your hips forward to feel more of him but he doesn’t give you the satisfaction. Instead, he sits you up and takes your face in his hand and has you look into his eyes.

“Go to the piano,” he commands.

You weren’t expecting such a demand and weren’t sure if you heard him correctly. “What?” You tremble. 

“Go. To. The. Piano,” he growls through his teeth. “Don’t make me ask again.”

You feel like mush. You can’t move your legs even if you tried. The way he’s looking at you is treacherous and is barely breathing. You get off the bed and feel his hand lightly brush your back. Everything in you wanted to stay in that bed and have him do whatever he wanted but you knew you better listen. 

The cold stone floor under your feet made you feel even more on edge. You didn’t know what he wanted from you. You don’t dare look to see if he is behind you. You would probably feel him anyway but you couldn’t look into that man’s eyes anymore tonight. The candles were still lit in the lair and the distant trickle of water falling from the walls echoed loudly. 

You look down at the piano and see various sheets of music spread across the back of it with dark red roses lying on top of them. The scent of them filled your senses and transported you to his underground world. Your body shivers when you feel him get close. His hands wrap around your body like ivy, pulling you in tighter until you can hardly breathe. His hand slithers down to your sensitive bud and finds the dripping mess he’s created. You want to look at him, watch his face turn into ecstasy as he enjoys you. You start to twist your body to face him but he stops you. 

“No, stay like this, be good, and listen to me,” he instructs. You turn back to face the piano and shakily wait for his next instruction. You feel his cool hands on your hips and pull them back to his. His hard length pushes against you and makes you tremble with need. You quickly grasp onto the edge of the piano for balance. Glancing over your shoulder, he’s looking divine. So powerful and in need of you. He pushes his tip to your entrance and you gasp. 

“Be a good girl for me and stay still. Don’t look back at me, just keep your head down,” he groans as he bends your leg up to kneel on the piano bench. You whimper loudly and listen to him, letting your head hang down. You feel him push almost his entire cock inside you and his groans echo throughout. You’re shocked again with the way he feels, so perfect, and yet all too much. He fills you quickly and he squeezes your hips tightly. You’re panting panting for breath as you try to relax around him. You weren’t expecting him to be so forceful and dominant.

“Ah, Jesus Angel… your pussy is so goddamn tight…” he grovels. You cry out when you hear him curse such vulgar things. It was so filthy but you loved to hear it come from his mouth. He moves slowly and rolls his hips with every thrust. 

You tried to stay still but you found it so hard, he was fucking you to the brink and you liked it too much to stay still and silent.

“So good-… you feel so good,” you pant. 

He hums delighted and moves faster. The way he moves his hips was criminally addictive. It’s like he knew exactly where to move to make you moan louder for him. And this angle he had you at, with your head down, your arms stretched out before you tightly grabbing the piano. Your backside was completely bare to him and the sticky mess dripping from your core was obscene as he stuffed you with his hard cock. It has you feeling like you are about to pass out. It was all too much and could barely handle this man. 

His fingers trace the curve of your spine and makes your whole body feel on edge. You start to bring your hips back with every thrust he gives you, unable to deny yourself of such pleasure. He groans as he watches you do this, greedily taking what you want too. He plunges his length inside you quickly and holds your hips firmly. The air gets sucked out of you when he does this and makes you bite your tender lip. 

“I thought I told you to hold still,” he says darkly.

“I’m sorry,” you breathe. You try to look at him behind you to show your apologies but grabs you by the hair instead and makes you yelp. 

“You just can’t listen today, can you?” He snarls in your ear. Your head is looking at the ceiling and your hands are grabbing onto the piano ledge even harder. The sheet music is crumpling in your hands as he starts to move again. You weren’t going to last much longer at this rate. He was so focused on making you listen to him.

“I’ll listen- please, I’m being good for you Angel.” You cry.

He lets go of your hair and slows down a bit. 

“Good, that’s a good girl.” He groans.

The sound of his gruff voice has you dying of release. And calling you a good girl… Jesus, you couldn’t handle his praise. You’d only want more of it from him. That’s what you were slowly realizing, you couldn’t get enough of him. Everything about him pulled you in and made you kneel to his any need. Your walls fluttered with every thrust he gave and you knew he was able to feel it too. 

One of his hands finds your clit once again and rubs it the only way he can. Pure pleasure radiates through you and your cry echoes loudly through the lair. 

“Oh God please!”

You so desperately wanted to see his face and be able to beg him to let you cum. You knew how much he liked that when you did it. But he doesn’t pay any attention to your cries and keeps driving his hips harder into you. 

His hands trail down a bit further to discover where you two are connected. He groans when he finds your dripping wet cunt wrapped around him. The sensation of his hands and his cock thrusting in and out of you had you dying. You feel him grab one of your arms and lead it to your clit. He gently has you rub there then has you trail down to feel where you two are intertwined.

“Feel how perfect we fit together my Angel. You were just made for me to take care of…,” he breathes. Your fingers touch all the mess that is coming out of you and how his long cock stuffs you completely, it's almost too much to handle. You spread your index and middle fingers apart against his cock when he thrusts in and out of you, feeling the sticky mess you’ve made on him. 

“Yes, you feel so good, I need more of you,” you pant.

His hand leads yours back up to your clit and has you rub there. 

“Touch yourself, you’re doing so good listening to me,” he coos.

You had never done this before and it made you become unglued. The way he was rolling his hips and encouraging you to touch yourself made you ready to cum.

“Oh please, please make me finish.” You never thought you’d be so desperate but this man makes you want terrible things.

He was breathing heavily behind you and that’s when you feel him drive harder into you, making you see stars. Your whole body convulsed as he plunges his cock deep inside you. You can barely stand up properly the way he’s taking you. Your shaky hands grapple onto the sheet music as you cry out in ecstasy through your orgasm. A rose gets in your grasp too and one of the thorns nicks your hand momentarily. It thankfully didn’t hurt this time since he was making you feel too good.

“That’s it darling, let me hear how much you enjoy this,” he groans with a snap of his hips. 

Your core clenches around his length and your hands fall to the piano keys, making a loud, chaotic reverberation echo throughout the lair. You can’t stand anymore, your knees feel like they are going to give out any moment.

“Oh Angel- I can’t-, I can’t stand. You’re making me weaker,” you cry.

“Mhmm… I know darling, I know,” he pants.

You still want to see his face, watch pleasure wash over him, and help him cum. 

“You feel so damn good, God what have you done to me,” he moans. 

He pulls you up and makes your body flush with his. You’re on your tippy toes, trying to stay on the ground as he’s buried inside you. You let your head fall against his chest and struggle for breath. His hips moved slower but were still so powerful.

“I shouldn’t want you this much,” he growls in your ear. "This is so dangerous."

“It’s too late, I don’t want anyone the way I want you,” you moan. “I want you like this all the time.”

He quickly thrusts into you a few more times before pulling out and turning around. His face was drowning in pleasure and he was squeezing your hips so tight. He looks like he has no control over his body. He just needs you.

“Get on your knees.”

You stare at him wide-eyed but slowly sink down to your knees without hesitation. 

You wanted to touch him so badly, covered in your slick and throbbing with need. Your eyes silently plead for him to let you take care of him. He holds the base of his cock and steps closer to you, grabbing your face gently.

“Open your mouth. Let me cum in that pretty mouth of yours,” he says low. You tilt your head up and do as he says, sticking your tongue out and letting him slip in. You close your eyes and you both groan when you feel his hard length slide along your tongue. The taste of you on him and his precum leaking from his tip is enough to make you moan loudly. You pop your eyes back open and lick the underside of him and watch his jaw fall slack. He pushes his hips a bit further into you and his breathing becomes more ragged. He holds the back of your head and he groans loudly before you feel his length twitch in your mouth.

“Oh God, darling, I’m going to-,” he struggles to breathe and pushes his cock deeper down your throat. You moan when you feel him pulse in your mouth and his warm seed fills your mouth. You grab onto his thighs, bracing yourself for what he’s giving you. His groans fill the empty lair, and the sound of his gruff sighs has you squeezing your thighs together in the hope of some kind of relief. 

“Hold it all in your mouth darling, don’t let a drop of me go untasted.” He sighs before slowly pulling his length out of you.

Your eyes roll back at his instructions and look up at him eagerly. He puts his hand back on your chin and nods approvingly.

“Good, now swallow,” he commands.

You do as he says and swallow everything he gave you in one long gulp. The taste of his salty-sweet cum coats your tongue and you liked how he tasted. You swallow and clear your throat a few times before sitting back on your heelsexhausted. 

He quickly picks you up and he sits on the piano bench, making you straddle his hips and sit on him. Your sensitive core aches from everything he did to you tonight. But that doesn’t stop him from devouring your lips once again and having you wrap your weak arms around him. You find yourself instinctively tangling your hands in his hair and moaning softly against his lips. His hands hold you tightly to him and he doesn’t relent in kissing you softer. Your poor tender lips had never had such treatment. His hands push your hips as close as they can get to him and he presses his forehead to yours. His cold porcelain mask sends shivers through you.

“Do you like how I taste?” He says hoarsely. 

You whimper against his lips, “Yes, yes I do.” 

He sighs contently when he hears your response, “Such a good girl.”

He continues to look at you drunkenly and caresses your hair softly, bringing your hand to his lips to kiss it. He breathes in deeply and closes his eyes, “I must get you back now, I can’t keep you here any longer.”

You don’t have any fight left in you to argue with him. He lifts you up off of him and then it hits you.

“Umm… I don’t have anything to wear… You tore my nightgown off of me,” you remind him.

He didn’t think of this clearly and worry smears across his face.

“Damn it…” he mutters to himself. “I’ll have to escort you to your room then.”

Not what you had hoped for but at least you could be with him for a little while longer.

*

He put his clothes back on and wrapped you in this fur-lined blanket that was the warmest thing you had ever had on your body. You sat comfortably in the boat as he pushed it through the hazy water. He lit a torch with one of the flaming candles on the wall and helped you both see your way back clearly. 

You both got to the mirror and it was strange, he normally never stepped past the thresh hold but tonight was different. He stayed extra close to you and kept his hand on the small of your back. He unlocks the dressing room door and steps out first. He extends his arm out with his cape and hides you in his shadow. You both walk silently down the hall, not a soul noticing your presence. You didn’t have to tell him where your room was, he just knew and opened the door as soon as you reached it. 

He lets you step in first and then proceeds to close the door swiftly behind him. Only moonlight shone through the window and his dark eyes stared at you. You don’t know what to say to him after everything that happened tonight. You let the blanket slide off of you and place it behind on the bed. 

“Thank you for getting me back,” you say quietly. He’s struggling to not look at you and his breaths were more like labored sighs. 

“Of course my sweet… now please, get some rest.”

You didn’t want him to go, this was the worst part of the night. You pull at his hand and walk back toward the bed.

“Stay with me until I fall asleep,” you beg.

He takes a deep breath before finally giving in, “Okay fine.”

You keep holding his hand as you slip under the blankets. He kneels beside you and peppers kisses along your arms and down your fingertips. He pauses slightly when he looks down at your hand.

“I must cut those thorns off the roses, you keep hurting yourself my clumsy girl,” he teases as he hums low, placing a kiss where the small scratch resided from earlier.

“I think that would be wise,” you chuckle.

He keeps kissing you softly and looks up with those fiery eyes.

“Close your eyes, my Angel,” he tells you, “you’ll see me even in your dreams.”

You nod your head and let your eyes flutter closed. This blanket of peace and darkness washes over you and you fall into the arms of sleep.

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[starry-eyedromantics]

I don’t know what was in the air but I had the most bizarre series of dreams last night! First , I was finding ‘69 E merchandise at like target and oh my gosh it was glorious!😱 There was notebooks and t-shirts and mugs with his beautiful face on them. There was a line of people too waiting for this new stuff. I got so excited and needed to tell Ashykinz but I couldn’t find her in the crowd of people and so I took like handfuls of stuff to make sure we both got merch😂 Then I had a phantom dream 🫣 I guess I was Christine??? 😂 And the Phantom came to me and to me to meet him on the roof. It was snowing lightly and I snuck up there. I found him waiting for me and he was happy to see me but disappointed I had another man in my life😂 I could not function, he was so handsome and I basically told him I’d do anything he wants and he got all close to me, making me weaker but then I woke up lol. I was busy with the drama of my favorite guys it seems😂

[missmaywemeetagain]

Y’all, The Phantom of the Opera on Broadway closes this weekend and I am so sad…not being dramatic when I say I wouldn’t be who I am today without this musical in my life. ✨ Changed the trajectory of my life when I was 8 years old and it’s my first phandom. The end of an incredible run…💔🥺😭

[iminlovewithelvispresley]

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[lemort-vivant]

check this out

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Quick dp x dc prompt:

The BatFam finds out via getting tagged a million times on any and all social media sites that Damian apparently got drunkenly married to Jon & Elle while the three were in Las Vegas.

And that alone is making them all lose their collective minds, but somehow there's yet still more on top of that punch in the face because apparently the three didn't get married as Damian Wayne, Jon Kent and Elle Nightingale.

Oh no, that'd be way too easy to handle when it came to how the press and wider world reacted to the youngest son and until very recently one of the most eligible bachelors in the world getting married at three in the morning in a haunted-house themed 24-hour Vegas chapel by a guy dressed up like Zombie Elvis.

No, instead the three of them got married as civilian Damian Wayne and very much not civilians Superboy/Jon-El the Son of Superman and Nomad/Stella Phantom the Crown Princess of the Infinite Realms.

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also bonus meme stuff, this is absolutely how Damian, Jon and Elle greet the paparazzi upon stumbling out of the chapel and the images being shared absolutely everywhere. Steph frames them and hangs them up as the three's "Wedding Photos" because she finds it absolutely hilarious:

[hyper-fixated-princess]

I can’t stop crying. Not just cause I’m sad, but because I’m also FUCKING. PISSED.

Netflix can’t keep doing shit like this. Playing with fans like that, giving them a show to love and support and then snatch it away like it’s no more than a number on the sales chart of the year.

They shouldn’t even be allowed to start filming book adaptations of this magnitude without some sort of certainty for the fans. Without an actual plan to bring ALL the books to life. They pretend like they care about their audience with this 'Geeked Week' and 'TUDUM' bullshit and then they will go and cancel a bunch of shows like it’s nothing. Without explanation and with zero care for the millions of fans who will be emotionally affected by this.

And I’m sorry, but what the fuck are the other 4 shows that got cancelled with SaB???!?!! I had NEVER heard of them, EVER. One of them is an animated show that has Elvis Preasley as a secret agent, like, GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK. It is truly insulting that they even put SaB and the SoC spinoff in that same category. It feels like they’re laughing to our faces.

And to make it even worse, they give shows like 'Elite' SEVEN FUCKING SEASONS!! SEVEN!!!! A series about teenagers that just fuck each other and that everyone thinks it’s SHIT. And they also make movies like 'The Archies', a 'Riverdale' spin-off (aka the show EVERYONE was glad it finally ended).

But “oh no! God forbid we renew shows that have relatable, lovable characters, loyal fanbases and good storytelling. Now that would be awful.” So they go off and cancel 'Shadow and Bone', and the 'Six of Crows' spinoff, and 'Anne With an E', '1899', 'I Am Not Okay With This', 'Sense8', 'Glow', 'Julie and the Phantoms', 'Daredevil' and the list goes ON AND ON.

Fuck you Netflix. FUCK. YOU.

[faeannabelle]

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┊name : annabelle

┊age : sixteen

┊birthday : sixteenth of december

┊height : 5'5"

┊status : single

┊zodiac : sagittarius sun, leo moon, cancer rising

┊sexuality : straight

┊music : lana del rey, laufey, frank sinatra, louis armstrong, elvis, dean martin, ritchie valens

┊books : lolita, dr jekyll and mr hyde, les miserables, frankenstein, wuthering heights, the phantom of the opera, the virgin suicides, metamorphosis

┊games : stardew valley