#the fact that he finishes his duet with Christine and then RUN to the organ

[biceratops7]

Dude idk if this was on purpose because Ramin isn’t autistic, but I love how his main stim is finger flicking/ drumming because a HUGE part of his sense of self is being a composer. There’s a really good chance he does that cause it’s the muscle memory of playing his organ.

forgive me but erik’s hands get SO much more autistic after point of no return and in the final lair. like when christine physically unmasked him in front of everyone the stress of it had him psychologically unmask too

edit: if you see this post be sure to look at my reblog of it where i added photos and gifs!

[swanbedandchill]

A Tale of Two Theatre Kids

Sophomore student, Phoenix gets the leading female role in her high school's production of, "Faust." Phoenix meets a fellow junior student named, Winslow, who's serving as the undertstudy for the original set instrumentalist. The two meet by duetting a song together, that has a very special place in both their hearts.

This is my first ever fanfic for Phantom of the Paradise, which I recently watched for the first time, and instantly fell in love with it! But I hope whoever reads this enjoys it. Hopefully I will be able to write more for this soon. :)

“Faust” the musical for two nights only! April 19-20 at 8:00-10:30.

Some of the signs read, that were posted up on the walls of Webber High School, reminding everyone about the school’s production of the rock musical “Faust.” Which sophomore student Phoenix had the leading female role in, and she couldn’t be any more excited about it. At first, she wasn’t too sure if she was good enough to get any role in the play, let alone the lead! But she did, and Phoenix was so looking forward to opening night. And she couldn’t help but smile proudly each time she saw her named printed on the cast list part of the production posters.

It was sometime after school when Phoenix and the other Faust cast members were to stay after for the second to last final acting, and dressing rehearsals. Phoenix greeted some of her co-stars as she passed by them, which some responded kindly, but there were others who weren’t too happy that she got the role as the lead female. Phoenix was always known to be the quiet type, but with a strong voice, and a strong passion for singing. She always kept to herself, and never encouraged any of the gossip, or drama that happened within the school walls. But the main reason why some of the girls in their theatre class acted so jealous, and bitter towards her, was because not only did Phoenix get to be the leading lady, but it also meant that she would not only have plenty of scenes with Swan, but would also have to play his love interest.

Swan was a popular junior boy at their high school. Being brought up from a rich family background, who had a very strong run, and high status in their theatre classes since his freshmen year there. Swan ironically also had a thing for Phoenix, which a lot of girls of course questioned, for they didn’t see her as the, “type that people would want to win or chase after.” Phoenix discovered Swan’s feelings towards her, despite their popularity statuses in school, sometime after she’d found out she had a part in the play. Swan often liked to hit on her by giving her compliments for her singing, or tell her how pretty she looked. Although she didn’t have any feelings for him to give to him in return. Phoenix tried her best to give him the hint that she wasn’t interested by simply telling him, “thank you,” or by trying to completely avoid him after rehearsals. Especially if they’ve just finished an intimate scene together.

But, unfortunately for Phoenix, Swan had a weird thing for girls who liked to play hard to get. And avoiding him was going to be a lot harder than she thought...

Phoenix made her way inside one of the shared dressing rooms, there were a few other girls already inside who were fixing their costumes and makeup on, while conversating with each other. They kindly greeted Phoenix when she’d entered the room. Phoenix greeted them back, before sitting her school bag down on one of the chairs, and extracted her song folder that had all of the lyrics to the play in it. She flipped through some of the pages before finally deciding on rehearsing the song, “Old Souls” first.  

Everyone had fifty minutes to ready themselves, and now had at least thirty minutes before rehearsals began. Phoenix, who had just gotten fixed in her costume, which was a beautiful majestic white dress with sheer sleeves, and some silver pearls. As Phoenix made her way out of her dressing room, she noticed that Swan had already arrived to rehearsals. Usually he showed up fashionably late. On purpose... But nope, here he was talking to some very giggly flirtatious girls, and showing off in front of his other male co-stars. Phoenix didn’t want to have to deal with him right now, so she quickly held up her folder to cover her face with it, before turning around and making her way to the backstage area.

Phoenix made it backstage and away from the crowd, and began to hear what sounded like someone playing the piano on stage. She heard a voice singing along to the smooth melody, but it wasn’t any voice that she’d recognized.  

“I was not myself last night couldn't set things right with apologies or flowers Out of place as a cryin' clown who could only frown and the play went on for hours And as I lived my role, I swore I'd sell my soul for one love Who would stand by me and give me back the gift of laughter One love who would stand by me and after making love we'd...”

Dream a bit of style We'd dream a bunch of friends Dream each other's smile And dream it never ends...”

Phoenix closed her eyes for a moment, as she took in the sweet sounds of the mysterious singer working their magic on the keys. Phoenix finally decided to see who it was making that sound, peaking her head from behind the curtains. Winslow Leach, a boy with shoulder-length dirty blonde hair, wearing thick glasses, and basic clothing. He seemed so plain and average looking, but had all of the true talent and potential to make up for it.  

Phoenix also took notice to the fact that Winslow was playing the title song, “Faust” as he worked his fingers skillfully on the piano keys. And she had to admit that his version sounded a lot better, and far more natural than how Swan sang it.  

“I was not myself last night in the morning light I could see the change was showing Like a child who was always poor reaching out for more I could feel the hunger growing And as I lost control, I swore I'd sell my soul for one love Who would sing my song and fill this emptiness inside me One love who would sing my song and lay beside me while we'd...

Dream a bit of style We'd dream a bunch of friends Dream each other's smile And dream it never ends...”

Phoenix smiled blissfully as he continued to sing, and it all seemed so strange to her. “Who was this guy? Had he always been a part of theatre classes? And why haven’t I seen him around before?” She thought to herself, and she also assumed that he had to have been a senior, or at least a junior. Winslow seemed so skilled at what he was doing, or maybe he was just that talented. Either way, Phoenix knew that she had to know more about him.  

“All my dreams are lost and I can't sleep And sleep alone could ease my mind All my tears have dried and I can't weep Old emotions may they rest in peace and dream, dream a bunch of friends Rest in peace, and dream, dream it never ends...”

Winslow sang the final words of the song, happily smiling to himself as he did so. Phoenix really wanted to applaud him, but didn’t want disturb him. So instead she just watched him curiously as he reached for the sheet music that he had propped up on the placeholder, before sitting it on top of the piano, and began to play a different song that he knew by heart. Winslow began playing the title song to, “The Phantom of the Opera.” Which is a song made for two people to sing together as a duet. Phoenix gasped when she heard him playing that familiar tune. The Phantom of the Opera was Phoenix’s favorite musical, and how ironic it was that this boy was playing it. The music sounded a bit odd, since the original music is typically played on an organ, but nevertheless, Winslow was making it work. Phoenix couldn’t keep silent anymore, and out of nowhere started singing the first verse to the song, which is sung by the lead female character, Christine in the musical.

[Phoenix]

"In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came. That voice which calls to me, and speaks my name. And no I Dream again? For now I find. The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside my mind...”

Winslow was startled at first by the sudden female voice that began singing out of nowhere. But to him the voice sounded so beautiful and unique, that he found it difficult to stop playing the instrumental music in the background for whoever was singing along to it. Winslow wanted to turn around to see who it was, but decided that it was best to keep things a mystery, just like in the actual musical itself. And now it was his turn to sing the male verse in the song, which is sung by the Phantom character.

[Winslow]

“Sing once again with me our strange duet My power over you grows stronger yet. And though you turn from me, to glance behind. The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside your mind...”

Phoenix smiled as she could feel the power of the music in the tone of Winslow’s voice possessing her, they were practically reenacting the scene where the Phantom takes Christine to his lair, together. It made her wish that their school had decided to go with The Phantom of the Opera, rather than the one that they’d already been rehearsing, and working hard for to make happen. Phoenix and Winslow continued to mysteriously play along with each other, as they continued to sing their verses.

[Phoenix]

Those who have seen your face, draw back in fear. I am the mask you wear...”

[Winslow]

“It’s me they hear...”

[Both]  

“Your/my spirit and my/your voice, in one combined The Phantom of the Opera is there Inside my/your mind...”

Phoenix held her hands over where her heart would be located, after they’d completed a verse together. Winslow’s smiled grew after his voice and Phoenix’s finally consummated together for the song, encouraging him to keep going, and give it his all as if he were performing for an actual live audience. And not just any audience in a school auditorium, someplace like Carnegie Hall, or some other grand theatre. Phoenix emerged herself from behind the curtains, and started walking towards him, but slowly for the anticipation.  

[Winslow]

"In all your fantasies, you always knew. That man and mystery...”

[Phoenix]

“Were both in you...”

[Both]

“And I’m this labyrinth, where night is blind. The Phantom of the Opera is here/there.

Inside my/your mind...”

[Winslow]

“Sing my angel of music...!”

[Phoenix]

“He’s there, the Phantom of the Opera...”

Phoenix started to vocalize her way through to the end of the song, with Winslow encouraging her in character, as she made her way closer and closer towards him.

[Winslow]

“Sing! Sing for me Sing, my Angel of Music! Sing for me...!”

Winslow commanded, as Phoenix hit the final high note, and finally made her way in front of him, so he could finally see the face that belonged to the beautiful voice. And was indeed met with a face that was just as beautiful as her voice.  

Winslow couldn’t help but stare at her in awe and amazement, as his hands slowly left the piano keys. Phoenix just chuckled from his reaction, both of them not knowing what to say to each other in that moment. It didn’t take long before Winslow finally realized that he’d been staring at her that whole time, and awkwardly turned his head away from her for a moment to get himself together. Clearing his throat, and adjusting his glasses as he did so.

“Oh! Um... I’m sorry, I- I didn’t mean to stare... It’s just that I wasn’t expecting... Um... Hi, I'm Winslow. Winslow Leach.”

Winslow stammered out with an awkward smile, and Phoenix couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction.  

“Hi, I'm Phoenix, Phoenix Harper. And I think you have an amazing voice, Winslow.”

Phoenix smiled and said politely. Winslow couldn’t help but smile, and blush a little at her compliment towards him.

“Oh, well thank you, Phoenix. And I can say the same to you too, no wonder you got the leading lady role as Gretchen. You definitely deserved it.”

Winslow complimented back, and now it was Phoenix’s turn to start blushing.

“Well I'm glad someone thinks so, since not too many people were happy to hear that I got the part as the leading lady.”

Phoenix said with a hint of sadness in her voice, as she thought about the mean and unnecessary rude things her theatre peers have said to her.

“Well, forget about them. They’re just jealous of you.”

Winslow said defensively, and Phoenix just smiled and nodded politely.

“Thanks, and I've learned to just do me, and not pay any attention to them.”

“That’s good to hear.”

The two just smiled for a moment, not knowing what else to say to each other as that awkward, and shy tension started to build up again. Until Phoenix finally spoke up.

“So, Winslow, I didn't know that you were in theatre classes. I mean... I haven’t really seen you around, until now of course.”

“That’s because I'm sort of the understudy for the person who was originally set to play piano for the play. And since Sebastian, the set piano player couldn’t be here, I stepped in for the job.”

“And what happened to the last player, Sebastian?”

“I think they said he got sick with food poisoning... Or something like that at least.”

Winslow couldn't help but chuckle at that, and Phoenix couldn’t help but do the same.  

“Well, we’re all happy to have you here with us then, Winslow. I know I am.”

Phoenix said sincerely, with a warm smile spread across her face. Winslow smiled that same genuine smile as he moved his head around slightly, so he could cover some of his hair over his face, to hide the fact that he was blushing pink.

“And I'm happy to be playing for you all. For you, Phoenix.”

The two laughed a little at each other’s small yet kind words to each other, before things grew silent and awkward again between the two.

“Hey, Winslow, I know rehearsals don’t officially start until fifteen more minutes, but would you mind practicing with me for a little while? Just the two of us.”

Phoenix asked. Despite his nerdy appearance, there was something about him that she found really attractive. Maybe it was his talent, or maybe it was his charm, but all Phoenix knew was that she wanted to spend more time with him.  

Winslow was more than happy, and quick to answer that question. Wanting to spend more time getting to know Phoenix, and to just spend more time with her in general. Just the two of them together.

“Sure! I would like that very much.”

Winslow smiled up at her, before gesturing for her to take a seat right next to him at the piano. Phoenix did so, giggling a little like the giddy school girl that she was turning into for him. Winslow gave her a look that asked her if she was ready to begin, which Phoenix just smiled and nodded a yes, before Winslow started playing the instrumental to, “Old Souls.”

“Our love is an old love baby it's older than all our years I have seen in strange young eyes familiar tears We're old souls in a new life baby They gave us a new life to live and learn Some time to touch old friends and still return...”

As Phoenix sang, and Winslow worked his fingers on the keys, Swan, who had been watching them for quite a while from the backstage curtains, gave them both a menacing stare. More so towards Winslow, who had Phoenix willing singing and interacting with him, two of the things that Swan always failed to do with her. The sight of the two happily making the music come alive together, only made Swan feel increasingly jealous, and annoyed at the two. Swan just knew that he wasn’t going to let some nerdy loner take away his girl, and he planned on doing something about it too. Swan smiled, before silently making his way back to his dressing room, thinking to himself that Phoenix will be his by opening night.

[chrysolina]

I can always hear you singing Phantom of the Opera so I decided to sing the duet with you. I LOVE THIS ONE please I need something with this prompt it's my dream

OMG ME TOO ANON I literally screamed at it, it was that adorable!! Enjoy!!

There were many perks of being the co-head of the science faculty at the Avengers compound. 

For one, you always had a place to stay. During your trial period in the acclaimed building, you would usually have to wake up at least two hours earlier than your usual time of 6:30am, the trek up the state of New York always left you somewhat rushed and tired by the time you’d stepped through the doors to the labs. It wasn’t until one particular rushed September morning that you finally felt the heat and slumped at your desk at bang on 9am - the exact time Tony or Bruce (your bosses) would walk in. 

After seeing your slumped state they decided there and then that after your ‘trial period’ had finished you would be moving into the high-tech facility permanently and the compound would be just as much as your home as any other avengers. You couldn’t help but smile at the memory. 

Another great perk of living in a tower full of superheroes and slightly imbalanced individuals; you were needed, in more ways than you’d ever assumed. 

Unlike what the tabloids painted of them, the avengers weren’t always as harmonious as you first thought. They fought, squabbled, cried and fumed like nobody you’d ever seen, the world ending problems they’d face often getting the best of them. Take Tony Stark, a genius and charismatic leader who never misses a trick. Well, until the day you decided to head out for your usual 11am coffee. 

Tony was in a world of his own that day, his head just wasn’t screwed on properly. He was far too preoccupied with the thoughts raging in his head than on the current deconstruction of the firewall a HYDRA nano-tech bugs had, thus causing the bugs to go into overdrive and blow up half the labs, sending the compound into a state of immediate lock-down - until you showed up. 

You quickly jumped in and deciphered a code to stop the bugs from, well, over-exploding and set them back to normal. Tony wasn’t allowed in the labs for two weeks after that fiasco. 

Another great thing about living and being a part of the avengers? You finally had the chance to see your five-year crush of none other than Captain America every, single, day. From sharing breakfast with him to even having living quarters right next to his, it was all a bit of giddy dream for the fangirl within you. But, like every man or woman, Steve had his flaws. 

For one, he never did his laundry routinely like mostly everyone else. Since he was the Captain, he always had the clever excuse of ‘I’ve got paperwork to do’ or ‘I need to run through these reports Y/N.’ - an excuse you’d hear on the daily every time you’d go to ask of he was coming to the laundromat down the way. 

That wasn’t the only thing that had fallen into a routine with you and Steve. You also noticed that every night, at roughly 9 or 10pm Steve would lock his doors, turns his lights out (you only knew this because of your balcony was right beside his bedroom window) and play whatever film or musical he wished - all at a ridiculously arrogant volume. 

Tonight, it was the Phantom of the Opera - a favourite of Steve’s, you’d come to understand. Judging by the sound of heavy organ playing seeping through your walls, you knew he wasn’t far into the film. ‘Great,’ you thought with a huff, ‘another lovesick duet’ You rolled your eyes at the cliche nature of the musical and threw your makeup wipe in the bin beside the wash hand basin. 

Instead of getting in a huff over the loud volume of the cliched musical, you grabbed the book you’d been reading these past weeks and continued on with it, flicking through page after page intently - that was until it got to Steve’s, and your own, favourite song of the play; all I ask of you. 

As the song began, you couldn’t help but hum a little hum along to the song, eyes still glued to the writing on the pages below you - until you heard another male voice. You stopped humming at the sound coming from behind you, a knowing smile adorning your lips at the sound. 

It was Steve singing. 

In his defence, he may be rubbish at doing the laundry but he’s one good singer. His voice was deep, smooth like caramel and incredibly romantic (a little on the arousing side too) - just listening to it made you want to sing to the incredibly loving duet. And, you did. 

“…Let me be your light, you’re safe; no one will find you, your fears are far behind you.” Steve sang in a deep timbre, your eyes clenched tightly shut at what you were going to do next. 

“All I want is freedom, a world with no more night; and you, always beside me, to hold me and to hide me.” Your cheeks turned a fresh crimson colour at the sound of Steve halting his singing. 

You thought you’d overdid it, an act too ballsy for even yourself - of course he wouldn’t sing back; but, without missing a beat, he continued. “Then say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime; let me lead you from your solitude. Say you need me with you, here beside you, anywhere you go, let me go too, Christine, that’s all I ask of you.” 

You couldn’t help but smile at the way he sang, as if was all meant for you and only you, your thoughts kept you occupied from the sound of moving feet in the room next to yours. “Say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime; say the word and I will follow you. Share each day with me, each night, each morning.” As if the angels had put your voices together for this one moment, you shut your eyes and revelled in how pretty your pretty your voices sounded together - albeit the fact that Steve’s voice sounded a little close for your liking but you didn’t care. 

You were too wrapped up in the moment to care. 

Well, that was until you felt a warm hand caress your cheek idly, your eyes shooting open to find a set of beautiful baby blue eyes looking straight into yours. “Steve I-” You tried to has out a reason for ruining his private time watching his favourite film, but he shushed you before you could begin. 

Wordlessly, Steve placed his lips tentatively on yours and engaged your lips in a beautifully endearing kiss, a kiss that had you pressed up against him in the most romantic way possible. It was obvious what Steve was trying to tell you, it was a wordless confession that you could only reciprocate and deepen with the use of your tongue and sheer force. 

With a shared parting breath, your lips both parted ways but your bodies stayed as close as ever. “Took you long enough.” You let out a cheeky laugh and kissed Steve’s slightly scruffy cheek with a smile. 

“Took you long enough to join in though.” Steve quipped with a smirk, making quick work of placing sloppy wet kisses along your bare neck. You couldn’t help but hum in content and card your fingers through his blonde locks. 

“Now, Steve pulled away with a mischevous glint locked in his deep blue eyes. “I showed you my vocal range, now it’s about time you showed me yours.”