#phantom of the opera charles

[elfwoodfae]

Sneak leak of a little something… SMUT

His body is moving in tandem with yours and he begins to move more intensely and more passionately. His entire being is on fire and he can feel it within him. He has truly found his purpose, his calling in life. And it is not only to make himself feel this pleasure, but to make you feel as good as he does now. He can feel both yours and his climax building and he can feel himself get closer and closer as his moans intensify.

You tighten your legs around his hip, a silent invitation for him, soft moans and whines escaping your lips…

[laurenillustrated]

1990 Phantom of the Opera!

[littlemissemeritus]

"not all men-" you're right, cherik would never

[lafinmp3]

kiss. (Original by Gustav Klimt)

[damiengravehill]

"𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤,

ℑ 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔰—

𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔱,

𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔴."

𝐈'𝐦 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦— 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐦, 𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝

[pataysifay]

“I’ve never seen such perfection.”

[nessie665]

The Prophecy by Taylor Swift (2024) / Phantom of The Opera at the Royal Albert Hall (2011) / Phantom of the Opera (1990) / Takarazuka Y&K's Phantom (2004) / The Phantom of the Opera (1962) / The Phantom of the Opera (1989) / The Phantom of the Opera (2004) / Phantom Of The Paradise (1974) / Phantom Of The Opera (1943) / Love Never Dies (2012) / The Phantom of the Opera (1925) 

And I sound like an infant Feeling like the very last drops of an ink pen A greater woman stays cool But I howl like a wolf at the moon A greater woman has faith But even statues crumble if they're made to wait I'm so afraid I sealed my fate No sign of soulmates

[do2faj]

Help him make the music of the night

[royalavera]

"I have never seen such perfection"

[martanis]

she says, no. [x]

[kuunibal]

Christine: If I sing for you, will you grant me a favor? Erik: No. Christine: Why? Erik: Because you must sing for love and joy, not for gain. I will grant you a favor regardless of what you do.

— The Phantom of the Opera 1990 miniseries

[dross-the-fish]

Cherik study, drawn from a reference of Charles Dance.

[copiabrainrot]

🏹🤍🕯️happy valentines to cherik and christine they deserve the world🥀

[talesfromthecrypts]

Phantom of the Opera (1990) dir. Tony Richardson

[n1ght0f-nyx]

hiiiiii i'm a big phantom of the opera fan. Could i please please please request a fic where the reader works in the opera house and she has a panic attack but the phantom sees her and sings to calm her down <33333

Song in the Dark

erik destler (the phantom) x gn reader!

The reader, working in the opera house, has a panic attack and hides in a dark corner. The Phantom finds her, sees her distress, and sings a calming song.

warnings- not a realistic panic attack, anxiety

word count: 889 words

divder by kodaswrld

The grandiose halls of the Paris Opera House echoed with the sound of rehearsals. Dancers glided across the stage, singers belted high notes, and behind the scenes, the workers were bustling—adjusting props, fixing costumes, and preparing for the upcoming performance. You, one of the backstage hands, found yourself moving at a rapid pace, trying to keep up with the demands of the day.

But something was different today. There was a tension in your chest that hadn’t been there before. The pressure of work, the fast pace, the noise—it all began to blur together, and suddenly, your world felt as if it was spinning out of control.

You stumbled into a shadowy corner near the labyrinthine hallways beneath the opera house, clutching your chest. Your breaths became shallow, your heart raced, and your mind was swirling with thoughts you couldn’t quiet. You had read about panic attacks before, but nothing could have prepared you for the overwhelming feeling of dread. Your hands trembled as you slid to the ground, tears welling in your eyes.

Suddenly, amidst the darkness and chaos in your mind, a voice emerged from the shadows. Soft, soothing, and hauntingly beautiful, it called out to you.

"Do not be afraid, little one. You are safe here."

The voice wrapped around you like a gentle embrace. Though your heart still raced, you couldn’t help but focus on the sound. A figure stepped into the dim light, cloaked in shadows, yet unmistakable—the Phantom. His white mask gleamed against the darkened walls, and his presence, though intimidating, was oddly comforting in that moment.

He crouched beside you, his voice low and melodic. "You must breathe. Listen to me."

You tried to take a deep breath, but the tightness in your chest remained. Your vision blurred with tears, and you found yourself sinking further into the panic. Sensing your struggle, the Phantom leaned closer, and without a word, he began to sing.

His voice, rich and deep, flowed through the narrow space. The melody was unfamiliar, but it was calm and gentle, like a lullaby meant to soothe a frightened child. The notes filled the air, wrapping around you, coaxing you to focus on the sound rather than the chaos inside your mind.

“Close your eyes,” he whispered between verses.

You obeyed, closing your eyes and listening to his song. The tension in your chest slowly began to ease, as if the weight of your panic was being lifted by the very sound of his voice. You could hear every note, every gentle rise and fall in the melody, and it felt like the world around you had stopped spinning.

The Phantom continued to sing, his voice a balm to your frayed nerves. He wasn’t just singing to calm you down—he was singing for you, as if each note was crafted with you in mind. His presence, once feared by so many in the opera house, felt like a lifeline in your moment of vulnerability.

Gradually, your breathing steadied. The tightness in your chest loosened, and the tears that had spilled over your cheeks began to dry. The panic that had gripped you so fiercely was now fading, replaced by a sense of calm, and the comfort of knowing that someone had been there for you when you needed it most.

When you finally opened your eyes, the Phantom had stopped singing. He was still close, his eyes fixed on you, though half his face remained hidden by his iconic mask. You swallowed hard, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over you, though you weren’t sure what to say.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

The Phantom’s lips twitched into a faint smile, though there was something unreadable in his gaze. “There is no need to thank me. The music has always had the power to heal... to calm the soul.”

He rose to his feet with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly and extended a hand to you. Hesitant at first, you took it, allowing him to help you to your feet. Even after the panic had subsided, there was something grounding about his touch.

"You should rest," he said, his voice softer now, almost tender. "The opera will still be here when you are ready."

You nodded, still feeling the aftershocks of your anxiety, but the weight had lifted. The Phantom gave you a final, enigmatic glance before turning away, his figure melting back into the shadows from which he had emerged.

As you watched him disappear into the darkness, you couldn’t help but feel that something had changed within you. Perhaps it was the Phantom’s song, or perhaps it was the realization that, even in the deepest corners of the opera house, even in the midst of fear, you were not alone.

And somewhere, deep in the bowels of the opera house, the Phantom sang on.

[occasionalsimp]

1990 Erik + text posts

He's so baby