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yandere-writer-momo · 8 months ago

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I need some Karou Phantom on the Opera Headcannons, he lives in my head rent-free

Yandere Baki Short Stories:

The Phantom of the Opera

Yandere Phantom Hanayama Kaoru x Christine! Fem Reader x mentioned! Raoul Katsumi Orochi

Large hands lovingly traced up and down (your name)’s figure from the other side of the mirror. A dark eye observed her ethereal form prepare for her performance in awe. His beautiful muse, the Apple of his eye… his angel.

Hanayama pressed his lips against the mirror, his eye fluttered shut in bliss. Desire had him in its clutches and he had no interest in stoking the fires that burned within him. He desired (your name). He’s been alone for so many years, rotting in this opera house and he finally has an angel of his own… and he’d be damned if he let that Count Katsumi stole her away! All he had ever asked of her was her loyalty and he knew that devilishly handsome man had entranced her. Hanayama would not let her fall under Katsumi’s spell. He would save her!

Hanayama had prepared for his arrival in his dark dwelling for months now. (Your name) would be pampered and doted on endlessly. She would never need to worry about money or food. And certainly not about him having a fickle heart. Hanayama had plenty of connections to keep her satisfied beyond human comprehension. It’s the least he could do…

Hanayama had trained (your name) for months to perfect her melodic voice. She owed him… she belonged to him! And Hanayama would not let her escape his grasp when he finally has the love he’s always wanted within reach… (your name) was his for all of eternity.

Hanayama began to sing to catch his angel’s attention. His heart swelled with pride when she immediately responded with a bright smile. There she was! His obedient song bird…

Their voices perfectly sung together in harmony, his eye never left her form as she twirled in her beautiful gown in her dressing room. Just a bit closer to the mirror… there!

Hanayama pushed the mirror open and quickly snatched up his prize. His large palm pressed firmly against her mouth as he pressed numerous kisses to the side of her face.

“Oh my darling song bird… let’s go home.” Hanayama huskily whispered in her ear. “You needn’t this life any longer… you only need me and the music.”

(Your name) was still entranced by his magical melody as he pulled her through the tunnel behind the mirror. The mirror gently clicked shut behind the duo that would never be seen again.

This Phantom would never be lonely again… they have reached past the point of no return.

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angel-with-paper-wings · 8 months ago

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Live As You’ve Never Lived Before

“The sound of her sobs echoed through the silence, carrying through the thin walls to the hollow space beyond. Her voice and all its sorrow was heard, but not by an angel. That night, while the rest of Paris celebrated, two souls broken by the world wept together.”

Description: A retelling of the classic tale in which Christine and the Phantom end up together, but it works. Original work but with elements of Leroux, Kay, ALW, and 2004 movie blended in.

Read here on AO3

Special thanks to @erik-carierre for the WONDERFUL cover!!! Please check out their blog if you haven’t already!

#poto #phantom of the opera #my writing #fanfiction #christine x erik #erik/christine #phanfiction #erik poto #erik phantom #erik and christine #christine daaé #christine daae

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elfwoodfae · 8 months ago

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I saw your request for Erik writing ideas, and I was wondering if you could do smut headcannons with Erik being a sub for afab!reader? Please and thank you!

NSFW MDNI

This is a long shot, and alas I haven’t written in ages but here we go.

I love the idea of Erik being very submissive when it comes to intimacy, more so in the bedroom.

All that cockiness he portrays is gone when the doors are closed. Always fearing that once you see him unclothed, without his mask that you will everytime regret and realize what a monster he thinks he is.

He doesn’t feel capable of taking control and guiding you through, he is more than willing to give that up, let you show him how it’s done, how touches and kisses can Ignite the hottest of passions in his blood.

He loves being under you, his big hands on your waist, holding you, grounding him, letting you take the pace, letting you push yourself on his chest as his head is throw back. Your lips caressing his neck and telling him how good he is, how much you need him.

He also loves being on top, having your leg over his hip, his face hiding in your neck as his lips open in pants against your skin, one of his hands in your hair and the other on the pillow but your voice is the one guiding him, setting the pace, your nails in his back and your hand on his hair keeping him there. Always letting him know how much you love the mess he becomes, how he melts at your touch, how good he is to you, how good he makes you feel.

#the phantom of the opera erik smut #erik destler smut #erik destler x reader #Erik destler headcannons #poto fanfiction #Erik poto smut

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gremlinmodetweeker · 1 month ago

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Lights Go Out I Wake Up

König is my sweet little baby and I love him dearly. Enjoy some more Phantom of the Opera!König as he watches reader. He's a bit creepy, but he's also my little creepy baby. Also, this story has a very different interpretation of Carlotta. I thought it might be nice to have women supporting women this time. Or well, one woman being a support. Anna, who you have yet to meet, is not so nice at all.

Also, König learns he has competition! He's not too happy about that.

Anyways,

No Content Warnings

Wordcount: 2.4k

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Lights Go Out I Wake Up

You looked up in the balconies of the opera house expectantly. You tried to see if he was there. Maybe, if you were lucky, you might see a flap of his cape or a glimpse of the crimson ribbons of his mask. You desperately searched but, as always, it was to no avail.

You turned back to the stage where the primadonna was on center stage. She flicked her long blond tresses over her shoulder as she reached out to the audience, serenading them with her warbling soprano voice. You were drawn into the siren’s song, listening to each staccato note followed by a sweeping drop, each rise and fall of her tone as she sang out the tune to The Magic Flute. She attacked, she defended, she swooped and she swelled with the song as she traversed across the stage.

You smiled softly. You would never be like Carlotta, not in a thousand years. She was leagues above anyone in the house, hands down. Men traveled halfway across the world to bear witness to her voice and her visage. By the final notes of the song, the stage had been outlined with a row of roses, each bouquet from a different suitor fighting for her hand. Carlotta’s voice masterfully lulled each one of them into an enchanted hypnotic state. You followed her movements, trying your best to memorize each and every single flick of her fingers or swoop of her wine red dress as she sang out to the crowds. In that moment, Carlotta had placed the dagger in your hands and sang to you of rage, hatred, scorn. You, Pamina, watched as your mother told you her plans and urged you to slay the sorcerer. You watched her, her passion and beauty overwhelming as she came to a crescendo of the song, the make-or-break of the piece, the part that broke many a singer’s voice before.

Carlotta’s face was clear and relaxed as she hit the high notes, a beautiful crystal clear attack, receding briefly only to sharply hit it again and again before swaying onwards. One of the most brilliantly technical pieces of opera written for a soprano, and yet Carlotta seemed to be floating as she swept across the stage. She was above it all as she magically twisted the song to her delight.

As always, you were floored.

Carlotta was the greatest opera singer to ever come from the British Isles. At least, that was your opinion. The true beauty of Carlotta though was not her voice, nor was it her impeccable diamond-cut beauty. The beauty of Carlotta was her loving eye. She looked into the crowd and you could see her love for them in every smile she gave them. She was the queen of the stage and you would never dare to steal her title. As always, she looked at home here, presented for thousands to admire. She was the songbird of the Vienna State Opera, but this building was her cage.

When she had finished, she left the stage with tears in her eyes. You immediately took her in her arms and hushed her.

“I don’t want it to be over,” she sniffed as she held you tight.

“We’ll still keep in touch,” you assorted her.

“We both know it’s not the same,” she held you tightly, then released you back to the darkness of the workshop.

“We can message each other online,” you tried to explain but she wasn’t having it.

“I won’t be able to teach you anymore,” she bemoaned, “and then you won’t have anyone to help you with Anna.”

“I don’t need help with Anna,” you huffed.

Carlotta gave you a look, “Darling, we both know that’s a lie.”

You frowned, but followed her back to the dressing rooms. You flipped on a single light, keeping the room only barely lit enough to be able to see yourself in the mirror. Meanwhile, Carlotta sat at her vanity and flicked on the lights to get a better look at her own beauty. You watched her slowly wipe off the theater makeup while she sat at her vanity. She drummed her fingers on her cheeks in a light massage as she cooled down from the performance.

“So, do you know what you’ll do when you get home?” you leaned on the wall beside the vanity.

“Go to my parents probably,” Carlotta said as she put a dab of skin lotion on her fingers, “they’ve missed me. I’ve missed this little cafe in London that makes the best butter tarts. I hope they’re still open…”

“If they make the best butter tarts, why wouldn’t they be?” you asked.

“Everything goes too fast in London. One day you see a new hat shop, the next day it’s a tourist trap. There’s never a dry day in London!” Carlotta gave you a quick grin before dabbing at her temples again, “and I miss it. Vienna is nice, but it’s not home.”

“I thought you said Madrid was your home,” you pointed out.

“I was born in Madrid but I was raised in London,” Carlotta explained, “I moved there when I was eight. I only visited Spain when going to see my family, but other than that I was at home in London.”

“You know, you’re the only english woman I’ve ever heard be nostalgic about London,” you mused, “everybody else calls it a tar pit.”

“Oh it’s a tar pit alright,” Carlotta laughed, “but it’s my tar pit.”

You smiled as she went through the rest of her routine, unwinding her hair from its high knot and gently sloughing the great billowing red dress to change into a sleek pair of leggings and a turtleneck. She tossed her blond hair over her shoulders, casting you a sad look as she watched you take off your own clothes.

“I don’t have much longer to teach you,” she sighed.

“Well, it’s not like I need the teaching,” you pointed out, “I’m not your protege. I’m just a backup singer.”

“But you have the voice for a lead,” Carlotta countered, “you have it! Oh stop laughing, I’m serious! You can do it! Anna can do it, but she’s not a natural. You are.”

“I can’t handle that much pressure,” you sighed.

“But you can!” Carlotta sighed, “I just… I wish I could take you home with me. I could train you, give you a position at the RBO, we could do it! You could be a star!”

You shook your head sadly, “I’m not a star though. I’m lucky I even got my parts here.”

Carlotta clenched her lily-white fists in her lap. Her big wide eyes narrowed into feline slits. She looked angry, frustrated, but most of all, disappointed as she whispered, “You don’t know what you’re throwing away, do you?”

“I just know that it's best if I stick to my own lanes,” you grumbled.

Carlotta’s eyes never left you as she pursed her cherry red lips. In the dim light, she looked like a perfect angel, much like the ones painted above. She clenched her hands together, then let them relax with a sigh.

“You’ll keep up your lessons with me?” she asked hopefully.

You nodded and sat on a nearby stool, “Of course. I love your lessons.”

Carlotta smiled thinly, “I love them too.”

You watched as she slipped her necklace back over her swan neck. The bright glint of ruby reminded you of the stage curtains she wrapped herself in. You couldn’t imagine Carlotta as anything other than a singer. She was born for the stage, after all. Her entire childhood had been preparing her for the opera house, following in the footsteps of her mother and her mother before her.

How you wished you could follow in her footsteps.

“I’m gonna miss you, you know,” you sighed.

“I’m going to miss my best student,” Carlotta gave you a somber smile.

“We’ll keep in touch, right?”

Carlotta flashed her award-winning smile, “I have all your socials; I’m not letting you get away from me that easily!”

You chuckled as you walked around the room, searching for a small brown box.

Carlotta got up to peek over your shoulder to admire the empty wrappers tucked under your shawl.

“Well,” she crowed, “looks like tubby got his treat after all!”

“Tubby?” you scoffed, “the phantom isn’t fat!”

“Well that’s what everybody else says,” Carlotta pointed out,” and if he’s eating candies and chocolates all day long then he’s bound to be… Well, you know… Tubby.”

“I’m telling you,” you rolled your eyes, “when I saw him he was skinny as a rake.”

“As a rake?” Carlotta raised a perfect eyebrow, “not a tractor mower?”

“No he’s skinny! Honestly, I should probably put out something a bit more substantial for him…” you muttered.

“Oh you’re going to go and make the phantom home cooked meals now, are you?” Carlotta smirked.

You huffed as a blush crossed your cheeks, “Well, maybe it would be nice.”

Carlotta hummed as she watched you go dispose of the wrappers. When you sat back down, Carlotta gave you a sagely nod.

“Well, if you get this phantom on a diet maybe he won’t be so afraid to show himself,” Carlotta shrugged, “who knows, maybe you could introduce us. You do seem to be his favorite.”

“Me?” you twittered awkwardly, “I don’t know about that…”

“Oh I know!” Carlotta laughed, “whenever you’re on stage the reviews are all five stars! I think the reason you’re being cast so often is that the managers are noticing how well we do when you’re on stage!”

You huffed, “You’re saying it’s not my skills as a performer drawing in the reviews?”

Carlotta bristled, “No I’m not saying that!” she relaxed as she took your hand in hers, “I’m saying that the phantom has a liking for you. I love you, but one particularly good background singer isn’t going to turn the tides of an entire production. You don’t ensure that lights magically keep working. Hell, one lead girl, Hannah I think but you’d have to check with her, her mic went out halfway through a performance. Not a single person noticed until they were doing audio checks after the performance! It was incredible!”

“Wait, you’re talking about the time we did Faust, right?” you asked.

“Yes that’s the one!” Carlotta grinned, “I’m telling you that something’s special about you when you’re on stage. Everybody else says you’re a lucky charm, but I think that a certain someone is watching over you.”

You looked away to try and hide your flushed face, “Well, maybe. But if he really liked me, wouldn’t he maybe introduce himself? I only saw him once…”

“I’m telling you,” Carlotta said primly, “he’s afraid you’ll think he’s fat! Either that or he’s an actual ghost, but you didn’t hear that from me.”

“I thought Henry was the ghost hunter around here?” you elbowed her lightly.

“What I said stays between us!” Carlotta warned you.

“Sure,” you smirked, “whatever you say.”

“You know, you should show more respect for your teacher,” Carlotta sniffed.

“I thought you were Anna’s teacher?” you pointed out.

Carlotta groaned and rubbed her temples irritably, “Well she’s no star either. If it weren’t part of my contract here I would’ve dropped her ages ago. She’s…”

“She’s something else,” you supplied.

“Oh she sure is…” Carlotta grumbled as she leaned her elbows onto the vanity, “at least I get one decent student out of this contract.”

You smiled, “I try to be.”

Carlotta turned to face you again with a ghost of a smile, “You are.”

You chatted easily in the dressing room, swapping stories of theater hijinks and arguing over the stature of the phantom of the opera late into the night. As you left for the night, you wondered once again if you had actually seen the phantom so long ago. Was it really true? Did you actually see the phantom, or was that just another performer? You suspected you’d never know for sure. You just hoped that you’d actually seen the whole event. You’d started to wonder if you were hallucinating the entire time.

You shut the door and locked it as you left.

Inside the room, König drifted from the corner of the dark room to your vanity. He heard voices coming from the alley behind him. Carefully, he used a nail he’d stolen earlier to tack a small letter to the corner of your mirror before ducking behind a panel in the wall. He noted that the gap was terribly small, far too small for a ‘tubby’ man to fit through. If that Carlotta wasn’t such a good teacher, well… König shook his head of the thoughts. As long as Carlotta was good to you, he’d be sure to watch over her too. His personal offense could wait another day if it meant ensuring you’d be safe in the opera house. He could be the ‘enormously fat rat’ as long as he could continue to watch your performances.

He hid behind the wall as the next group of singers swanned through the door. He listened to them titter about, laughing and giggling after such a successful showing. He heard a small gasp, and listened close.

“Look at that!” a girl said aloud.

“Look at what?” another asked.

“On the Songbird’s vanity! There’s a note!”

“Should we take a look?”

König bristled.

“No, no we shouldn’t. Let’s just ask her about it later.”

“Do you think it’s a lover?”

A scoff.

“I don’t think so. She’s not exactly a lovable sort.”

König rolled his eyes.

“Well, maybe. There’s that one guy who’s always asking about her.”

“Oh, that Makarov guy?”

That got König’s attention.

“Yeah, the russian guy. He’s always watching Songbird, you know? I’ve heard he only gets tickets when Songbird’ll be on stage.”

“You think he got backstage to pin a note for her?”

“Maybe, or he might’ve given it to a stagehand to do it for him. Either way, it’s so romantic!”

“Well, if it’s really Makarov behind that, Songbird’s got another thing coming for her.”

“You think so?”

“Oh I know so! Makarov… Well, he’s not a good man. Let’s just hope it’s anybody but Makarov.”

König glanced around in the dark. Makarov? Who was this Makarov? Why was he interested in his little Songbird?

He didn’t bother to hide his footsteps as he crawled away, too focussed on the new man to notice how the girls went silent as he left.

“Was that the phantom?” someone asked.

“Maybe. What’re your thoughts he wrote the letter?”

“A ghost writing a letter? Now I know you’re making things up.”

“Who knows, maybe he did. Can you imagine it? A phantom falling in love with our little Songbird?”

Someone hummed carefully, “Something tells me that’s not too far off the truth.”

König dump

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gh0stsp1d3r · 5 months ago

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phantom of the opera!Rafe x Christine daae!reader

(Is this too niche? Sorry it’s the theater kid in me)

okay this is the last one i swear, im sorry i love making moodboards so much 😭 Ill write soon i swear

#phantom of the opera #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x y/n #obx rafe cameron #rafe fluff #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron outer banks #rafe fanfiction #rafe x you #rafe cameron imagines #rafe x reader #rafe fic

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flagbridge · 4 months ago

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All Vows Cover Art by @bonzlydoo (IG: noellenorthstar)

Happy one year anniversary to All Vows launching on AO3! Thrilled to share this cover art and a new appendix on the fic.

Phantom of the Opera: E/C, R/C, C/M, Post-Leroux/ALW Canon; Redemption Arc, 140K Words, 40 Chapters, 18+

#cover art #all vows #ao3 writer #Phantom of the opera #poto fanfic #poto fanfiction #phanphic #my fic

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ereyies · 1 year ago

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Red Death

hii!! my name is elaine/lainie.

i made the concept for this drawing in my sketchbook and it was disastrous. so I decided to try again while I was testing out iartbook how to use the app before just moving back to my beloved ibis paint to do the lining and everything else. this drawing took around 6 hours over a week or more.

this was actually meant to be cover art for my fanfiction that I am writing on ao3 atm that you can find here !!!

ty for all the reception on my last post, love you all lots <333 i don't really know how to use tumblr, and am very new to the website, so you all make me feel very welcome <33

#art #fanart #bookcover #fanfiction #phantom #phantom of the opera #erik the phantom #red death #the phantom of the opera #erik poto #poto #phanart #phandom #phantom of the opera fanart

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one-time-i-dreamt · 2 years ago

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I got attacked by a fire extinguisher. Somehow, the Phantom of the Opera was at fault. This happened while I was reading fanfiction on my school Chromebook.

#dream #violence tw #fire tw #fire extinguisher #phantom of the opera #fanfiction #fanfic #reading #school #chromebook

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abonnymouse · 11 days ago

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Coming Soon to a Hallmark Channel Near You: The Angel of Christmas Music

Yes, I currently have three fanfictions I could be working on. No, I didn't choose to channel this creative energy into any of them. Instead, I chose to write a script treatment for a Phantom of the Opera themed Hallmark Christmas Movie (tm). Enjoy!

We open on Christine, standing in front of a old-school theatre on a nondescript small town Main Street. In the corner of the frame, we see a poster advertising a huge Christmas concert event, starring Christine Daaé.

She's on the phone, clearly in a hurry, talking to her fiancé "I know it's just a small role in a Christmas concert, but it's my first big gig since my dad died, I want to make a good first impression!"

She rushes in, immediately gets mistaken for the new costume girl, and is too flustered and awkward to correct the woman who made the assumption, who turns out to be the star of the concert, and the theatre manager's wife, Carlotta.

Some character introductions ensue, and we meet the actual costumer, Meg, who immediately becomes Christine's best friend for the movie. They talk about how excited they are to start working on the concert. After the rehearsal, Meg invites her to come get hot chocolate/eggnog/mulled cider at the local cafe, but Christine politely declines, saying she wants to practice her part a little more.

Meg warns her that the opera is haunted, and she should be careful not to hang around too late. Christine laughs and says that ghosts are for A Christmas Carol, and she'll be fine.

While she's practicing, a mysterious voice (that sounds like a handsome man) whispers to her, offering tips on how to sing better. Christine tries to locate the person speaking, but can't find him.

The next day, she tells Meg that the theatre was weird after dark, and Meg tells her the story of the building, how it used to be owned by the Carriere family, but the parents died and no one has seen the son in years. No one knows what happened to him, or who owns the theatre. All anyone knows is that the lights stay on and someone signs their paychecks, and occasionally leaves notes instructing the manager on what to do.

Christine stays late again that night, and once again hears the voice. Rather than being scared again, this time she tells the mysterious, handsome voice that her father used to encourage her to practice singing by telling her about the Angel of Music, but he died right before Christmas last year, and she stopped wanting to sing, despite being on the verge of a huge breakthrough in her career. The voice is sympathetic, sharing that his parents are also dead. Christine looks thoughtful, remembering Meg's story.

A week or so goes by, it's very obvious that Christine is a better singer than Carlotta, but since she's not married to the manager, she has the smaller part. She stays late every night to talk to her "Angel of Music". He tells her that he's just a guy, but that he doesn't want to talk about who he is.

One night while talking to him, she gets a call from her fiancé, Raoul, and he tells her that he had a work thing come up in the Big City, and he can no longer come see her in the Christmas Concert. She hangs up the phone, looking sad. She tells her angel that she and Raoul have known each other since they were kids, and she's never even dated anyone else, but lately he seems different, and all he cares about is work. She says she's sure it'll be different after they're married, but she doesn't sound convinced.

Carlotta gets sick, and someone needs to replace her. The manager is given a note telling him he has to make Christine the star.

She almost quits before singing the big number for the first time, but her angel whispers some words of encouragement (that no one else seems to hear somehow) and she wows everybody.

Unfortunately, the first dress rehearsal is a disaster, and despite all her practice, she can barely squeak out two words. She runs offstage crying.

She cries in her dressing room, saying that she just can't sing anymore, that she lost the music and the magic of Christmas when her father died. Her dressing room mirror slides open, and a guy steps out, wearing a mask.

She goes with him to his super cool, and festively decorated apartment under the theatre, where she learns that his name is Eric Carriere and he owns the theatre, but since he got hurt in the accident that killed his parents, he's been avoiding people and living under the theatre, just trying to keep it running to honour his parents' memory.

They swap trauma for a little bit. He tells her that he sometimes misses living in the world, but that ever since the accident that messed up his face, he doesn't feel comfortable around people. "I don't belong up there anymore. It's better for me here."

Eventually he asks her to sing a romantic duet with him, during which she pulls of his mask, revealing a scar running down part of his face. This is a hallmark movie, so he is still very conventionally sexy.

He freaks out, but she informs him that it doesn't bother her, she thinks he's beautiful because he's been so kind to her, helping her rediscover the magic of music/Christmas.

The next day is the last rehearsal before the big Christmas Eve performance. Christine is doing a little better, but she still stays late to practice. for the first time, time Eric joins her onstage and they sing a very romantic duet. For a moment it seems like he might kiss her, and then the door opens, Christine turns around, stunned to see that Raoul decided to surprise her by coming to the big performance.

Christine looks around to find that Eric vanished...

The day of the big performance, Christine is super nervous, and despite running around looking for him, she can't find Eric anywhere, and she doesn't know how to open the mirror door to go to his place in the basement.

She tries to explain everything to Raoul but he makes fun of her, and then tries to get her to blow off the big show to spend Christmas with his family in the Big City. She says no and breaks up with him, realising that her heart belongs to someone else.

Minutes before she's meant to go onstage, she stands in her dressing room, begging Eric to come hear her sing, telling him that she needs him, that he made her want to sing again, that he taught her the magic of music and the true meaning of Christmas, love. She's in love with him.

She thinks he won't come, but she goes onstage to sing, promising that it will be dedicated to him. He surprises her by showing up onstage, without his mask, to sing with her in the performance. They kiss, everyone cheers. Christine decides to stay in the nondescript small town, Eric decides to stop living underground. They fire the manager and Carlotta and run the theatre together. Happily Ever After.

#poto #phantom of the opera #erik the phantom #christine daae #poto fanfiction #raoul de chagny

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satchihatchi · 2 years ago

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You cannot see it, but you can always feel it....

This art for my fluff Pharoga story called “Accidentally Married” was inspired by my favourite PotO artist @nipuni . (If you read this, I just wanna say that your art helped me so much with improving my art style and giving me tons of ideas. You are amazing artist and your Pharoga art makes my day!)

#PotO #poto art #erik poto #The Phantom of the Opera #Phantom of the Opera #Erik the Phantom #phantom of the opera erik #Daroga #phantom of the opera daroga #pharoga #gay #cute art #I love Nipuni art too much bc they inspire me so much #yaoi #Fanfiction Art #fanfiction #fanfic #Fanart #Erik needs hug

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missygoesmeow · 2 years ago

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no, im not going to be normal about it :)

#i need to go to bed ;-;#had to get it out of my system first though #my-art #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #phantom copia #phantomime #phantom papa #evil cardinal copia #papa iv #papa iv fanart #papa copia #copia fanart #papa emeritus iv #ghost bc #phantom of the opera #tw: blood #the papa of the abbey is THERE inside your [redacted]

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monoghost · 2 years ago

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𝒟𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒

(No TW just comfort)

There he stood across the room not really grasping why you so suddenly came to him without uttering a word even in response to his own, that is until he saw the look in your eyes. His gaze soften upon seeing your melancholy expression, the way your head hung low, and your hands dejectedly falling at your sides. Initially, he was worried he had upset you but upon observing you he knew it wasn’t that, you had something much more pressing going on. Although he couldn’t quite read exactly what was causing you such distress he just knew the emotions you had felt by one look at the way you carried yourself. You hadn’t dared to meet his stare knowing that if you did so everything would come crashing down at once, and the weight of the burden you were carrying would become too much for you to bare. You refused to let the pools that were building in your eyes overflow in front of him. He noticed you holding back, it slightly pained him as he would never want you to feel the need to put up a front around him. He slowly made his way towards you, his eyes fixated on your gloomy expression. Although Erik wasn’t one to typically initiate large amounts of physical affection in the relationship as you both were still fairly new to this however at this moment none of that mattered. All that matters is that you’re in front of him in need of his soft touch and protective grasp. He slowly reached for your hand taking it into his own then lifting it softly to his lips all the while maintaining eye contact with you even if you tried looking away. The way you so helplessly stared at him absolutely broke his heart, he knew you struggled with so many things all at once but to see how truly distraught you are in this moment made it all more real. He stared softly before gently wrapping his arms around you his right hand subconsciously guiding itself to the back of your head to pull you into his embrace, and the other slowly running up and down your back.

“Everything is okay now, I promise you my love I’m here.” He spoke so softly and delicately while running his hand down the back of your head. This was enough to set you over the edge, tears falling rampant from your now reddened cheeks as you raised your hands to grasp the material of his shirt from his chest your other hand grasping the back.

“I’ll protect you I promise, share your burden with me Angel don’t hold back it’s only me.” His voice was so soothing to the burning of your heart, he was so genuine and was happy to comfort you the way you have with him. His delicate words and voice caused you to bury your face into his neck just so you could feel more surrounded by his protective presence. Recalling everything that had caused you to be this way your shoulders shook as you now audibly sobbed into him. It was so much emotion at once, the overwhelming feeling of affection you’re getting from Erik, the sadness you held in your heart, and your gratitude for finally having someone to genuinely try to soothe the wounds of your heart.

Upon hearing your audible sobs he softly shushes you while pulling your body impossibly closer to his own.

“When you’re ready tell me what’s going on but for now I’ll just hold onto you until you’ve calmed.” He softly reassured leaving gentle kisses on the side of your head and the tip of your ear. Although you didn’t tell him what was on your mind that night he still stuck beside you and held onto you giving comforting words here and there without forcing anything out of you. He simply stuck by your side the entire night until you fell asleep in his embrace once he had taken you to lie down, your face still buried into the side of his neck while he held you with both arms. Although it was a simple gesture it was truly all you needed and he understood that happily caring for the person he loved more than absolutely anything.

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