#poto movie 2004

[ineffablekink]

I love how Gerard and Emmy always matched their outfits during the promos for Phantom of the Opera so that he was in all-dark attire, and she in all-white.

Definitely done on purpose, probably by some very clever PR person and costume stylist. Or perhaps they decided to match their outfit just for the fun of it.

Either way, I’ll be forever grateful for this choice ❤️

(AND: this gives me great ideas for a POTO modern AU setting because aren’t these the perfect outfits for it? 🔥👀)

[yona049]

𝕻𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕺𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖆 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

Part 4

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(Phantom finally returns!)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

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Disclaimer!

>Many time skips

>Rushed chapter! (pls let me know if you spot a mistake)

>This has evolved into its own story, if its not something you're interested in, feel free to skip this one and check out some other fics on my page! °v°

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A horrible taste sat in Y/n's mouth as she stared out the window at the setting sun while sitting on the bed. She'd been in thought all day, trying to figure out what to do. She'd loved Aloïs, but this Aloïs was new to her, new personality, new possessions, new life.

She's pulled from her thoughts when a gentle hand rubs her head.

"You haven't touched your dinner, mon chéri."

Erik's adorable nickname flew right over her head.

"Oh! Yes of course."

She takes the plate and spoon from Erik only to fall back into thought after the first bite. Tapping on the plate slowly with the spoon.

Erik chuckles a little before taking her hand holding the spoon.

"Shall I feed you?" he pushes the spoon onto her lip.

Y/n takes the bite delicately with butterflies dancing in her stomach. Finally her thoughts were concentrated on Erik again and she starts eating.

Erik walks back to his bed and sat facing her. With a small wetstone he rhythmically scraped the edges of his dagger.

"I think, I should give Aloïs a chance."

Erik glances up at Y/n with a pause before resuming his sharpening.

"Oh? You didn't look so compliant this morning."

"I know, but if there's any chance My Aloïs is still there, perhaps I should take it. The riches that come after, is simply insurance for us."

"Us?"

Erik questions. Y/n realizes her words and suddenly their situation becomes clearer.

"Of course, I could never dream of abandoning you. You've saved me so many times-.."

"Then why not stay with me!" his interruption seems almost threatening this time. Eyes drilling into Y/n's.

Y/n sets down the plate and walks to Erik. She kneels down infront of him and takes his hands in hers, watching the words in his eyes.

"Erik, If I were to marry Aloïs. We'd be upper class. You could finally have a chance to see her again."

Erik quickly looks away and shakes his head.

"Who are you enquiring about?"

She delicately squeezes his hands, then also looks away, down at his hands.

"You don't have to deny it. I've seen you sing with her. Even if she is far from here, you always look out the windows as if you could see her. The sparkling in your eyes Erik. I... Could never hope to compete."

Erik didn't look back but his heart ached knowing Y/n's words were true to some extent. He still loved Christine even just a little. How could he not? He'd taught her how to find her voice, listened to her prayers night after night.

Y/n stood up and planted a kiss on Erik's head, then pulling him into a hug. His arms curled around her upper legs with his head on her stomach.

Patting his head delicately she smiled at his genuine, loving hug.

"Tomorrow, when Aloïs returns, I'll give him a chance. After that, we will decide what lays ahead."

She walks out of his grasp without another word and pulls the curtains shut. Once she couldn't see Erik anymore, he looked back at her.

A thin curtain keeping their bodies and souls apart, but so did a man and a woman who they both once loved.

Y/n lifts the ring that Aloïs gave her off the bed side table to look at it, quite coincidentally, so too did Erik lift Christine's ring.

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No sooner did morning come and Y/n found herself face to face with Aloïs outside the tavern.

Him dressed in a new fancy coat while she stood in the same dress she wore yesterday. Erik up in their room but with a keen ear listening to each word.

Y/n lifts her index finger up to Aloïs and stands confidently, chest out and feet steadfast in the ground.

"One outing. One chance to show me you're still the Aloïs I knew and loved."

Aloïs's eyes light up and he is quick to take Y/n's hand and kiss it catching her off gaurd. Not a good start.

"Thank you, chéri! We could go anywhere! Anywhere you'd like!"

Y/n shakes her head and pulls her hand back rubbing it.

"I think it's best if you decide."

"Alright then! Tonight we make for the new Opera house!"

The new Opera house! Where Christine sings? It wouldn't be right towards Erik. In many ways she'd feel like she was betraying him.

Y/n shakes her head trying to quickly object but once again Aloïs's excitement gets the best of him.

"Aloïs! Hold on, we can't! Um... Because, I-I have nothing to wear! "

Aloïs grabs onto the carriage as it starts moving.

"Don't worry! I shall have a dress and other essentials sent here! I will arrive shortly before 6 to pick you up."

Using his feathered hat he waves goodbye to Y/n who is already chewing on her nail with a stiff body.

Erik peaks out the window and watches Y/n rush up the stairs.

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"For the 100th time, Y/n. It's fine!"

Erik stated once again watching Y/n pull the biggest fancy blue dress out of the box it was delivered in.

"Still it doesn't feel right! After what we talked about last night. I should've stopped him sooner!"

With his hands on his hips he watches Y/n struggle with all the fancy things Aloïs sent to her for their date.

"Even if I did object, darling. We can't change it now."

Y/n, trying to pull the large frilly dress off the floor and into her arms, sighs heavily. She peaks through the bundle of a dress in her arms at Erik.

"I am sorry you have to be here alone tonight. Boris was nice enough to give us the night off. Will you be ok?"

She almost stumbles into the closed curtains to get dressed. Small sparkling bits of jewelry were spread out on the bed aswell as make up and fresh shoes.

"I'll be quite fine. I'm no stranger to one night alone. Besides, you should try to enjoy tonight."

Once again Erik watches Y/n's silhouette. She drops the dress she wore onto the floor before crawling her way in though the bottom of the hooped skirt and pushing herself through the arm and head holes.

"I won't be too long hopefully. Still, it will be nice to be back in an Opera house, all be it a completely different one."

She pulls a little and straightens out the dress and puts the shoes on the ground slipping them on. She takes the corset off the bed and pulls it around her torso then pulling the strings as much she could.

"Erik! I might need some help with the corset."

She steps out of the curtains looking down while trying to clip a necklace around the back of her neck.

"Of course I'll-..."

His words drift off once Y/n comes into full view. Her dress a beautiful dark blue with small decorated flakes of gold. A beautiful off shoulder medium length sleeve top with little white frills.

"... Help."

Finishing his sentence with a paced heart and eyes glued to Y/n. She looked so beautiful, it reminded him of all the gowns he'd seen rich woman wear going to see the Opera. A warming nostalgic feeling, mixed with astonished glances to Y/n's clean completion.

He takes a few steps to behind Y/n where he took the strings of the corset and pulled them tight.

Y/n gasped softly once the corset pushed her torso into shape. Erik's hand guide itself over her aside and onto her stomach.

A roaming hand on her stomach going up, Y/n felt the same longing for Erik's touch she'd felt many times before.

"How does it feel? Can you breath?"

Erik whispered to her sending shivers up the back of her neck.

Although she really couldn't breath because of how close Erik was, she nodded.

"Let me help with your hair."

Y/n didn't know how, but Erik seemed to know exactly how to put hair up neat and tidy. This once again brought Erik's past into question. What did he do in the Opera?

Even tho he'd answered the question before, Y/n doubted he helped only moving things around and doing maintenance.

Y/n's hair was freshly washed and dried. She hasn't worn her hair up in a while, she'd always danced with loose hair and gone her days without putting it up.

This means it was the first Erik had seen her like this. Open shoulders and beautiful neckline. He was very unsure why he felt this way for someone other than Christine.

He places a delicate kiss on Y/n's neck, again causing Y/n to gasp at the unexpected moment.

She looks back at Erik connecting with his gaze. A powerful moment from both of them. Y/n wanted to kiss Erik, he wanted exactly the same.

"You're beautiful, Y/n."

He whispers to her.

She smiles a little hearing his little praise and delicately she places her hand on the side of his head.

Nervous but entranced by her, not because she wore a fancy dress or makeup, but because of her smile, because of her lasting laughs and love to all things.

Now more than ever, he needed to decide. Loose one Dimond, or continue chasing another he'd lost sight of long ago.

Within an instant Erik's lips meet hers. Suddenly fireworks spark and all moments they've shared before mix into one. Erik's hand on her stomach push her closer towards him and Y/n grips the back of his hair lightly.

Y/n felt the warmth in his lips, soft hands holding her like he'd never let go. Body language threatening to keep her captured and protected. His forever. She'd felt his embrace so many times before, but this felt warmer than sunshine on her face.

A lasting kiss mixed with uncertainty when the sound of horses come down the street.

Y/n Quickly pulls away putting her hand over her mouth and Erik grits his teeth at the interrupted kiss.

"Erik, I'm sorry, I had no right." Y/n felt the need to apologize.

"Nonsense! This was my decision."

His hands were now shaking, his decision now greatly turned to one side. To Y/n. He wanted to tell her not to go. He wanted to hold her and run to where Aloïs couldn't touch her or even look at her again.

"Y/n-..."

"Stop!" Y/n demanded pulling Erik's hand off her stomach.

"Please don't make this harder than it is! I've tried to ignore it. I'm trying not to be selfish."

She takes a deep shaky breath and rubs her eyes keeping the tears from rushing out.

"I'm trying not to love you, because I know you love her."

With a crumpled bit of her dress squeezed in her fists she clears her throat.

"I'll be back soon, then we can talk!"

She looks up at Erik with glossed eyes then lifts her dress off the ground and running out of the room.

Erik stood frozen, his thoughts rushing with uncertain desire. A longing for another.

Y/n ran downstairs with heavy breathing and tears falling onto the floor but she shook her head and plastered on a smile.

She waved goodbye to Boris who called her pretty girl before she left, giving her a little more reason to smile.

Finally coming out of the tavern. Aloïs is stunned and offers his hand.

"My lady, beautiful as always." Aloïs complimented and placed a small kiss on her hand.

A bouquet of flowers is pulled out of the carriage and given to Y/n. She looked down at the brightly colored flowers and smelled them.

"Their beautiful, Aloïs. Thank you."

Aloïs smiled but stopped for a moment.

"You're not wearing the ring?"

Y/n shakes her head and looks back at the tavern to their room.

"I must have forgotten it."

"Well then! Let's be off, mon amour. The Opera awaits! And perhaps more good news! Christine is preforming tonight. One of the Opera performances you danced for, I think."

Helping Y/n into the carriage, their off into the night air and to the Opera. The Opera house was shining bright in the dimly lit Paris night and was visible even from the tavern.

Erik was still caught in the room, his fists clenched and his jaw locked.

A sudden swing into the wall breaking the wooden plank instantly. Heavy breathing and hair hanging over his eye.

"She is not your mon amour."

His body fuming with anger, feeling once again he was too late! Once again he'd lost to a pretty rich boy. The sunshine when he was the darkness.

He pulled his bloody splintered hand out of the wooden wall still not satisfied. He wanted to bash Aloïs's skull in. He wanted to take Y/n and tell her he loved her, how it took him this long to realize was his own wrong doing.

Her teary and frightened eyes popping into his head. How could someone so beautiful look so sad. Erik felt all the signs flood back from hidden memories.

Y/n's gentle voice helping him stay awake while she carried him after the fire. Her soft hand washing his wound. Her smile not fearing his face. Never once did she shutter away from his touch. All he wanted was to see her smile so happily after a long night's dance.

He made a decision. He wasn't going to let the fool take her, he would take her first.

He once again pushed out the false bottom out of the closet floor to reveal a white mask and black cape along with clothing he wore once before.

He chuckles deeply and pulls the mask onto his face.

"I'll need you once again, old friend. Beware, the Phantom of the Opera."

With a maniacal laughter he swings his cloak on and dissappears into darkness.

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The Opera house burned bright with people and chatter! Golden statues of beautiful men and woman, and a miraculous staircase upon entering.

Y/n felt so out of place when walking on the red carpet. Not even a speck of dust on the polished floors.

Her eyes dazzled with excitement and she'd never felt so far from home.

"Erik! Look at the chandelier!" she pointed with a gloved hand.

Aloïs turns away from his conversation with another older looking noble couple and runs up to her.

"Darling! It's quite beautiful isn't it!"

He quickly puts his arm around her waist and pulls her to his side.

"Don't mind her silly little mind. She gets confused who she's with sometimes."

He explains to the couple. Y/n's mind quickly corrects itself remembering Erik isn't here and her cheeks flush.

Aloïs takes her hand and kisses it before pulling it to his heart.

"My darling Y/n and I are celebrating our engagement! Aren't we?"

Y/n looks at Aloïs confused for a second before the nobel woman claps her hands together happily.

"That's wonderful! I'm happy that the daughter of the famous dancer, will marry my nephew, soon."

Aloïs smiles proudly.

"Yes! Quite a spectacle! Now if you'll excuse us. We have many people to meet."

Aloïs bows his head gently and pulls Y/n towards another couple giving Y/n a chance to plant her feet in the ground and stop.

Her eyes move to Aloïs's with a stern glare.

"Aloïs. We didn't agree to this! We agreed that after I'd make my decision."

Aloïs sighs then nods with a guilty sigh.

"I know, mon amor. But I'm very confident in your answer. As I've said. This is a better life. Besides, I don't want you to rot in that tavern any longer."

His fingertips delicately brush over her cheek and he smiles.

"You're my darling, Y/n. I will keep you safe, till the end of your days until you die comfortably in a silk bed with as many fur children you'd like."

Y/n looks away for a second before thinking of Erik's face, the expression he made every night listening to Christine sing in their cramped little room. She could help him as much as she could help herself.

She looks back up at Aloïs with his glittering outfit and fine polished shoes. Her hand reaches for his bicep and she smiles.

"W-who else do we need to meet? Um.. Darling?"

Aloïs once again smiles with joy and pulls her off to another noble man where she smiles carefully and nods politely.

By the time they arrived in box 5 high above the stage, Y/n was exhausted. She sunk into her seat like a tierd dad after work. She took a breath and quickly straightens herself out to sit straight.

She looks around the box because she'd always wondered why rich nobles found these seats so desirable. She could see the entire stage, tho it was a little far to make out the details.

Aloïs still with heaps of energy flips though the thin paper pamphlet and leans over to Y/n.

"Ah! This opera is the same one that Christine debuted in. I remember her white dress, it took incredibly long to sew all those little white pearls into the dress!"

Y/n smiles and nods.

"I remember, your hands had so many bandaids on for weeks, I was worried about you."

Aloïs puts the pamphlet onto his lap and lifts Y/n's hand to place a small kiss on her knuckles.

"I remember the small cuts, but I remember how you kissed each finger and held me so gently when we fell asleep. "

His thumb traces over her fingers as he stares at them thinking.

"One day, I will create a white dress for you too, mi amor."

For a very small moment, Y/n felt her heart spark. Her Aloïs was starting to shine though again.

Aloïs pulls his hand back and the light dims.

Suddenly a spotlight on stage and the play begins. Dancers fill the stage and Y/n couldn't help her excitement. She clapped watching a dance she knew off by heart. Her feet started bouncing with her urge to dance.

Aloïs smiled and placed a small kiss on her cheek then whispered into her ear.

"Your passion burns bright and beautiful, Y/n."

Another spark made Y/n giggle genuinely before she looks back at the stage.

The orchestra starts with a sudden blast of music filling the large Opera house. Up close and personal she could hear a voice start off with a strong note.

The spotlight shifts, and there she was. The famous and beautiful, Christine Daaé. Y/n's friend and inspiration to dance.

Her toes point on instinct in the very uncomfortable shoes which reminded her not to act like a child.

She presses her lips together and dims down her excitement to a gentle foot tap.

She watches the opening Opera sequence and soon the play has begun. Actors singing out their lines and an occasional cheers from the crowd.

Y/n took full advantage of moments of cheers to yell her support, knowing all the effort that goes into each play. The preparation and weeks of rehearsals.

Nearing the end of the play Y/n is fully distracted by the singing beauty, she didn't notice the quietly approaching figure behind her. A hand slowly reaching for her shoulder and suddenly grabbing it.

Y/n jumps suddenly and turns to look. An old noblmen with wine in his hand and quite drunk.

The noblmen slurs as he asks.

"Has the play started yet, Aloïs?"

Aloïs takes the mans hand off her shoulder quickly and pulls him towards him.

"Monsieur Du Beu, you're in the wrong box I'm afraid."

Y/n shakes her head and tries to focus on the Opera. After some time, Aloïs and the noblmen were still talking about business? Or something. Y/n tried to ignore it, but the chatter was too loud.

She bit her lip before deciding to slip out and closer to the stage.

"I'm going to get some fresh air." she whispers and Aloïs nods back acknowledging.

She lifts her big dress and hurries down the corridor towards the stage. The rooms were dark and very dimly lit until she saw a bright little room, calling her towards it.

She smiles once entering seeing a dressing room with many little bits of dresses and costumes.

She spots one in particular hung over a chair in the middle of the room, from the play being performed right now and smiles to herself.

She lifts the dancing dress and presses it against her body measuring.

"Perhaps they wouldn't mind if I borrowed this? Only for this dance number. No one will see me! "

She convinced herself in her excitement to dance formally again.

She quickly dresses in the dress and pulls on some dancing shoes she found with the dress. Wierd how it fit so perfectly?

She taps her toes on the ground to nuzzle her feet into each cranny comfortably.

Sneaking back out into the corridor she looks for an open space where she could preform the next dance number coming up.

It was a dance that required a partner and usually, it was only one duo dancing on center stage. No background dancers. Only the singer in the front corner.

Finally in the darkness she sees a large open room, incredibly dark but she could dance the routine there.

She smiled taking her place in the middle of the room lifting her arms and waiting for the music to echo from the stage. Something felt too perfect about this. And it turns out, she was quite right.

Suddenly, the lights go on and the curtains whoosh open to reveal the entire audience infront of her. Somehow she'd wandered right onto stage, into some kind of trap? Now she needed to preform the dance for real.

Y/n stood frozen in place, both from shock and terror from how she'd gotten herself into this mess.

The dance partner walks behind bed and moves his hand around her waist ready to start the choreography. A dance partner she had no practice time with whatsoever.

She looked up at Aloïs who looked back. He was confused, he couldn't tell if Y/n stood on stage because it was too far. So he kept watching.

The music starts and Christine is stood in the front corner, singing her musical number. Each step Y/n takes is on fire, with fear that someone would realize she's not the right dancer.

As she and this stranger dances together, she hears a deep chuckle.

"So stiff? Wondering how you possibly wandered onto stage?"

Y/n's head turns to look at the partner she'd gotten and once again she's shot with another surprise.

A white mask she'd never seen up close. But everyone knows of after the fire. The man who kidnapped Christine and set the flames ablaze.

The Phantom of the Opera was now lifting her into the air and following each step of the dance precisely.

His mask was so well blended with the costumes actors wore. No audience member would feel the need to be alert.

White mask and black sleek back hair, a thick coat and formal wear only a nobleman would wear. Y/n couldn't be sure, but she knew to some extent, it must be the Phantom.

"Phantom.."

She questioned in a whisper.

"So you do recognize me."

He confirms her suspicious and spins her round.

She stops spinning and only takes small steps on her toes. Her shock turns to anger.

"You criminal! Monster! Murderer!"

She growls and felt the need to pull away and run! But the Phantom grabs her hands and pulls her back into his chest as the dance routine commanded.

"Now, now my dear. You wouldn't want to alert anyone that you're not where you're supposed to be."

She looks at the audience and then at Aloïs before pressing her lips together into a smile.

"Are you trying to get to Christine again! Well there she is! Go get her!"

Y/n taunts with an angry glare.

She steps back throwing her body back into a dip, trusting the Phantoms arm around her wist to catch and pull her back to her feet. Following each dance step to a T.

"I'm not here for Christine."

On beat he takes her chin and moves it to look at him.

"I'm here for you."

His words deep and mysterious, but somehow Y/n believed every part of it.

She felt her body shake in fear. Her mind spun back to the fire that burnt her lover. Almost killed her, and had killed so many others that she loved. Her home burnt to ashes, causing so much pain for her to start over.

She took this oppertunity to push herself out of phantoms arms and run to the front of the stage.

"Aloïs-.."

She screamed, but she's quickly pulled back into Phantom's arms. His black gloved hand covering her mouth and nose restricting her breathing. He pulled her to the back of the stage.

Aloïs finally caught on and jumped to his feet.

"It's the Phantom of the Opera!"

His voice loud enough to echo through the quiet opera house. The music brought to a sudden halt and Christine stopped singing. Everyone starts to panic and rush to the exit.

Y/n still kicking and trying to pull Phantom's hand off her mouth, felt her vision blur and her body slowly goes limp. Knowing Y/n couldn't run, Phantom pulls Y/n against him holding her securely.

He smirks suddenly wrapping Y/n in his cloak and grabbing hold of a roap that hung at the back of the stage. Precisely placed and planned.

With a zip of a mechanism, Y/n and Phantom are pulled through the air and out of sight.

"NO! Y/N!"

Aloïs yells and suddenly runs out of the box throwing off his coat.

He rushes towards the stage with some guards following closely behind. With a slide and a turn he enters the costume room where he spotted the, big puffy blue dress Y/n wore, on the ground.

Ontop of her dress was a note and a white rose with a black bow tied around the stem.

Aloïs takes the note that read 'I remembered her. Now she is here with me, I've decided.'

Aloïs growls and crumpled the note in his hand. He turns to the soldiers and yells.

"Search the Opera house basement! Search the tavern! FIND HER! Find Y/N!"

[noireuse]

The Phantom of the Opera (2004)

[unusualmuffin-art]

My biggest hyperfixation in my whole life

[flea-palace]

[potol0ver]

NSFW alphabet

Phantom (Erik)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Makes sure you are comfortable, if you’re snacky he’ll have cookies, and water? Say no more. All prepped before hand. Even a bath that you can take before or after a nap.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He can’t pick a favorite, be honest he never could. He’d always stare at you and get intoxicated with a feature of yours no matter if it’s your thighs, waist, chest (doesn’t matter if you’re AFAB it AMAB, he likes your chest), or your beautiful lips. He adores you like a god.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves it when he marks you with it, wether it’s just on you, you swallow it, or he cums inside you, as long as you have it on/in your body he loves it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wrote fanfics about you two, smutty and fluffy, detailing every way he’d touch you, every way you two would take over each other. Don’t get me started on the secret drawings he has-

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

VIRGIN- which isn’t a surprise, while yes he’s never touched anyone like that, he has erotica books, and fairly good ones, so theoretically he knows what to do just hasn’t put it in practice.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

What ever makes you completely surrounding him, simple missionary with your arms and legs wrapped around him, the face off, you leaning down into him as you bounce on him, he just wants to feel like your everywhere around him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Serious, he refuses to joke about something so intimate, his presence is almost consuming when you two do it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Smooth, he makes sure he’s clean for you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

ROMANTIC THROUGH AND THROUGH, the first time he’s more flamboyant with the romance candles, rose petals, the whole nine yards, but as it happened more and more the theatrics died down, but the passion with him will never fade.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Yes, before you two got together the wet dreams were a lot, after he’d just be scared to ask you to help him. Every once and a while you’d catch his bulge/him jerking off and end up helping him with it.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Overstimulation, he is quite sensitive so it’s not hard to make him melt, besides since it’s coming from you he adores each and every orgasm

Marking, he’d never scratch or hit you, but hickies? Hell yes, he loves seeing them on your neck, and god does he love it when they’re on his.

Praise, praise can just be for play for him, praise him enough and he’ll be ready for you right then and there. It’s a whole other type of intimacy and it gets him going. He won’t hesitate to drown you in them too, he’ll sound like a poet

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Again it’s intimate to him, the bed it where it’s at. He refuses to let anyone possibly grow romantic to you, he’s definitely not going to let anyone see you like this, naked and vulnerable, only he can see that.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Soft touches on his chest or stomach, but if you really want to get him going place soft needy kisses anywhere on him and see him start to drown in his need for you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Never will degrade you, never will hurt you, refuses to man handle you, you’re his Angel, delicate as a flower, he needs to keep you safe.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Isn’t into receiving all that much, but does take it when he needs to get off and you aren’t in the mood to go all the way. He loves giving though, just watching you squirm in his mouth while he fingers you is enough to make him cum. He isn’t the best (again virgin) but he does have one or two books written well so he’ll take notes from that and encourage you to tell him what feels best for you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Very sensual, slow and takes his time, but at the same time very needy. If you do like his thrusts being a little more rough he’ll do it, but if he’s jealous know that he’ll have hickies all over your body and you’ll be cumming on his tongue till you can’t take it anymore.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

No, if he’s going to go all the way, he’s going to take his time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

NO RISKS, he can’t lose you, especially getting you so vulnerable. Especially if another person sees, he’ll pluck out their eyes if they ever see you naked.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Isn’t the best, but he does make up for it in how many times he’s willing to cum for you. Besides he makes sure you cum before he even has the chance to.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No toys, just pure flesh on flesh, makes things more personal.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He not a tease, more of a anticipation guy, he won’t deny you but he will make sure you’re feeling the effects of what he’s doing to the best of his ability.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Whimpers, moans, praises, all of the above, he can’t hold back his adoration for you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He’s a switch, he’ll go where makes you have more pleasure, on bottom so you can have his way with him? Go ahead. Him on top so he can worship you? Say no more. A healthy mix between them? Hell yes.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

If it’s movie Erik, he does have some build to him, but nothing toned, he has a nice chest and I head cannon him to be just a little chubby (aka thick boy),sue me

Book Erik/other Erik, tall and lanky, this man is a stick, he has a nice waist in him though, tall as fuck, like 6’5-6’7

Both of them would have very pale skin, almost like porcelain. No matter which version of Erik you have in your mind you know for a fact he’s just a big puppy for you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Sex drive is there definitely, he just tries to ignore it as much as he can so it doesn’t become the primary source of your relationship. But whenever you’re in the mood, he’ll be waiting hand and foot

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’ll be kinda zoned out at first, come down from the high and pleasant overstim of it all, so he’ll just be staring off into the distance for like 5-10 minutes but he’ll slowly fade into sleep.

[its-a-hare-pom-pom]

It’s so fun looking at Phantom of the Opera fanart like tee hee I know whether you prefer the movie or the 25th anniversary version 🤭🤭🤭

[beethovencool]

I keep imagine if the movie version keep the original novel lines. But of course Gerik is too self conscious to said that words although he had the pass to considering himself *cough* good looking :”D

(+) Bonus

[t-the-ring-master]

Ya’ll know what we need?

Hear me out….

Muppets: Phantom of the opera.

Kermit: Erik (opera ghost)

Ms. Piggy: Christine

The Eagle guy (I forgot his name. Or we just keep the actor): Raoul

Gonzo: director (either)

Pepe: director (either)

And so on.

[mandms-blog-of-silly]

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☆ Gerard Butler should have beat those costumers with hammers for putting him in that atrocious Red Death costume. I hate it so much lol

Butler's in 2004:

And for comparison sake:

Michael Crawfords in 1986:

Westend or Broadway at some point I don't remember:

AND LON CHANEY'S IN FUCKING 1925:

LITERALLY WHAT WERE THEY DOING!!!

💛🌈🌟🌈🌟🌈🌟🌈🌟🌈🌟🌈🌟🌈🌟🌈💛

[yona049]

𝕻𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕺𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖆 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

Part 2

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

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Disclaimer!

This is a story following the events after the Phantom of the Opera (2004) and only follows the movie and not any other adaptations!

This has evolved into its own story, if its not something you're interested in, feel free to skip this one and check out some other fics on my page! °v°

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Morning came swift and fast. Y/n woke up on the bed with a heavy headache and a growling stomach.

She slowly looked around noticing their very small room they had only one night to stay in. Old cardboard like curtains and molding wooden floor boards.

A very large difference from what Y/n knew. The Opera house had wooden platforms, but the outer walls were made of white stone and elegant sculptures of gold or marble. Rooms shared with other dancers, but still adequate for a living environment.

She looked around realizing Erik was no where to be seen. She couldn't remember what happened after her exhausted breakdown the night before.

She sat up with hair standing in every possible direction, a telling of their troubles from the previous day.

She lifted the covers from her body but stopped just before she got up. Erik had tucked her in, keeping her warm from the Inn's little to no thermal mass.

Her ears perk when she hears a gentle singing float through the hallways of the shabby Inn coming ever closer.

The door handle rattles and Y/n smiles knowing it was Erik coming in, she stood up to welcome him.

Just as she sprung to her feet, her legs give way too the night before, when she was in too much of a rush to stretch or do the needed warm-ups.

She braced to fall into the wooden floor with every muscle in her arms and neck tensing up.

She's pleasantly greeted with warm arms and a strong chest. Erik grabs her biceps with stable hands and lifts her to her feet again. He wore the same cloth mask on his face that Y/n had created for him and was fully dressed for an outing.

"Y/n, I would suggest you keep to the bed for today."

Y/n smiled at their sudden greeting, and quickly it turned to a giggle which spread to Erik who gave a small chuckle.

When Y/n was sat back on the bed Erik put a bag of Bread in her lap, then took off his coat and tossed it onto the bed.

"Where did you get this?" Y/n said surprised before breaking a bit off the loaf and giving in to her hunger.

"I spotted one of the ogling, basterd, patrons who was in the tavern last night, walking out of the bakery."

Erik rubs his fist in thought while looking out of the window.

"He clearly didn't need the food as much as we did."

Y/n stopped chewing and only stared at Erik in shock with bread filled cheeks.

Erik looks at her unfazed before taking the other half of bread from her hands, giving her a small pat on the head.

Y/n knew it wasn't the right thing to do at all, however she was well aware of their predicament.

Finishing a small breakfast Y/n dusted off her hands and tried to stand again only for Erik to glare at her until she sat back down.

Y/n plopped back onto the bed with her cheap dress catching the air and puffing up.

"Well I can't just sit and do nothing all day! I need to do more to help our situation!" she wined making Erik smirk again.

"Y/n my darling, you've done enough." he said sitting at the foot of the bed.

In a moment of silence Y/n suddenly was reminded of all the ugly men that watched her dance, touching her, whispering hideous things that they'd do to her.

She pulled her knees to her chest and hid her face from Erik.

"I'm sorry you had to see that. You must regret comforting me last night." she whispers feeling her breakfast want to comeback up, out of the disgust she felt for herself.

Another second of silence passes until Y/n felt Eric lift her hand and place a delicate kiss on her dry knuckles.

"The only thing I regret, my dear, is not having the strength to strangle every drunken, gibfaced, blunderbussed, Fool who dared look at you."

He moves a hand to cup Y/n's face and lightly stroke her cheek.

"Seeing you be belittled to a mere piece of meat, instead of the brilliant dancer you are, made me angry, too angry."

His teeth clench and his jaw turns into a sneer.

"What I did to the ogling basterd was well deserved."

Y/n felt her eyes widen. A comforting message may have turned into a bloody confession.

Her eyes travel to Erik's clothes, how she didn't see the very small splatter of blood on his shirt made her wonder if she'd missed anything similar in the past.

Before she could fully register what she'd just heard, Erik stood up quickly and took a coat from where he'd tossed it.

"I suggest you rest your legs and body, It's my turn to help our situation."

He turns back to a still stunned Y/n. Only offering a smile before he opened the door.

"I will return soon. Ignorant fool's will never lay eyes on you again. No longer will this barkeep share in your triumph."

With those words he closed the door.

Y/n spent the day deep in thought. Massaging her legs as she was taught to do if her legs cramped and pained.

She felt a warmth in her chest and a smile pulled at her cheeks when she thought of Erik's words, to keep her from basterds eyes.

Then she thinks of the blood splatter and the warmth is quickly frozen over when the chills run up her spine.

Would Erik hurt her if she stepped out of line? Would he teach her to behave as her father did when her dancing wasn't done to perfection.

Anxiety caused her to chew on her thumb nail, a habit she'd thought she'd grown out of. She quickly tried to keep her hands busy to avoid the habit resurfacing.

She closed her eyes and once again tried to get some rest before she fell into deep sleep.

Y/n woke up later that day when the sun was just setting with a heavy banging on the door.

Without warning, spare keys unlock the door and Y/n shoots up straight with the blanket held to her chest.

The inn keeper still wearing a apron with beer stains and a thick cigar in his mouth, walks in.

"Your rent is up! And customers are waiting for the pretty girl to dance again!"

He grabs Y/n by the wrist and drags her towards the door.

Y/n growls and uses her fist to hit his hand that held her.

"Let GO! You have no right to demand this!"

The inn keeper snorts not even looking at her until he's dragged her towards the door. His body spins back to her and he yanks her close.

"Listen girl! You will dance again tonight!"

Y/n shuts her eyes tight and she looks away from the owners disgusting breath and smoked cigar that was in her face.

"She will do no such thing!"

Y/n suddenly smiles hearing Erik's voice and looks back to see Erik had yanked the mans fingers off her wrist and swung him against the wall and onto the floor.

Erik didn't waste a moment in cupping Y/n's face, looking her up and down. He lifts her wrist up delicately and places a kiss on the bruise the Inn keeper had left.

"We're leaving." he said sternly.

Y/n agrees and grabs hold of all their belongings before the keeper could recover off the floor.

They walked down the stairs past the patrons who whistled as soon as they spotted Y/n, but one growl from Erik caused a sudden silence.

That wasn't enough for one gentlemen who managed to sneak up behind Y/n and pull her into a drunken hug.

"Hello, love!" he slurred as he lifted Y/n off her feet.

Still connected by hand, Erik punches the Drunkerd square in the nose and into the wall.

Chaos spreads across the Bar and everyone objects to the actions made. Tho before things got too out of hand the Inn keepers voice spreads through the bar, sending everyone once again into silence.

"That's ENOUGH!"

Erik had pushed Y/n against the wall behind him, shielding her. Her hand still held his and the other on his chest.

The Bar keeper looks Erik dead in the eyes and walks straight past him outside and motioned him to follow.

Once again out in the cold in the street, the Bar keeper pushes his cigar into the snow on the windowsill of the inn.

Erik and Y/n now out in the open ready to run as soon as its needed stood infront of him still on guard.

Finally the inn keeper states his business.

"Look, We both have something the other needs. I need the little lady to keep patrons coming in, and you need a living area, yeah?"

Erik glares him down.

"I will not stand for men touching her-"

The keeper interrupts.

"Let me finish! If she keeps dancing, I'll hire you to watch her. I'll include a living space and coins if you guard the bar and break up bar fights too. You're a strong lad. And you've got a scary look to ya!"

Y/n was deep in thought considering all the possibilities, then she quickly mentions.

"Add three meals a day and you've got a deal!"

Erik's hand squeezes hers as an objection but let's her finish.

"One meal!" the keeper argues.

"Two and I'll dance in the mornings too!"

The keep thinks for a moment before looking at Erik's scary face and deciding it might not be a bad trade.

He nods and extends his hand. Before Y/n took it she pulled Erik aside when he immediately objects.

"This is foolish, Y/n"

"It's a living Erik. It's a good trade, we won't get another chance like this. Just for now, just until I know we can live without worry."

He looks down still feeling unsure. Y/n delicately cups his cheek and rubs it with her thumb.

"Let's do it together, I know you'll watch over me."

Erik sighs heavily and nods in agreement.

Y/n smiles and kisses Erik's cheek then shakes the keepers hand.

The keeper smiles and turns back to the inn.

"C'mon! I owe ya a meal. The names Boris!"

Y/n Finally let's go of Erik's hand and Follows Boris into the inn once more.

Erik pauses immediately when he hears an echo down the street, a familiar voice. His eyes travel around until he finally sees another large opera house not far from the old Palais Garnier.

"Christine.."

He mumbles feeling an ache in his chest, he pulls out a ring from his pocket, the ring Christine gave him right after their final meeting.

His lips twist into a clenched growl and he takes a step forward towards the Opera house.

"Erik?"

Another voice stops him, not Christine, But Y/n from inside the Inn. Erik glances back to Christine before shaking his head and pushing the ring back into his pocket.

[none-ofthisnonsense]

I need movie musical recs.

[drunken-devotion]

what phantom do yall suggest to watch next? i’ve got no clue which one to watch😓

[flea-palace]

can someone please remake these tweets with madame giry and bb erik im not an artist but i have a vision

[abonnymouse]

I was tame I was gentle 'til the circus life made me mean

Who's Afraid of Little Old Me

-Taylor Swift

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

Me watching the 2004 movie during the scene where Raoul runs into the basement to pursue Christine and the Phantom: To be honest I don't understand why Madame Giry keeps asking him to keep his hands at the level of his eyes

Me thinking back to that scene in the 2004 movie where the Phantom has Raoul tied up after reading the og novel: Haha looks like someone didn't keep his hands at the level of his eyes