#phan fiction

[behindthemirrorofmusic]

Made a few edits in this one, and hope to have a new chapter up soon!!

Chapters: 9/11 Fandom: Le Fantôme de l'Opéra | Phantom of the Opera - Gaston Leroux, Phantom of the Opera - Lloyd Webber, Le Fantôme de l'Opéra | Phantom of the Opera & Related Fandoms, Phantom - Susan Kay, The Phantom of the Opera (TV 1990) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Christine Daaé/Erik | Phantom of the Opera, Raoul de Chagny/Christine Daaé Characters: Erik | Phantom of the Opera, Christine Daaé, Raoul de Chagny, Meg Giry, Carlotta Giudicelli Additional Tags: Heartache, Romantic Friendship, Pining, Romantic Gestures, Fluff and Angst, Friendship/Love, Misunderstandings, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to Friends, Falling In Love, Erik has Issues, Erik Has Feelings, Erik has anxiety, Erik has panic attacks, Raoul tries, New Friendship, Overworking, Burn Out Summary:

The second she was near him nothing existed but Christine. Because despite doing his best to be “just a friend” … Erik loved her so very much. But he would never tell her that, not if it could hurt their friendship.

So when Christine needed something Erik would do his best to provide it, as a good friend should.

[mysticscorpia]

I recently read the Gremlin Erik AU, written by Mertens on AO3, Part 1 called 'Tiny Maestro' (

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, and I probably went red with laughing.. I suggest you go and read this, because it's well worth your while, it's absolutely halrious, amazing and at the same time, utterly heartwarming!..

Plus, it might enlighten you to what I'm going to say next...

But beside that point, there is another work, added on by @aphaea21,

(rated M) , in which Christine takes her singing lessons with Erik very seriously! I found some evidence today that instantly reminded me of the context in which Christine learns, and exercises her vocals and relieves Erik of his clogged workings.

There is a moth, which does indeed have more than one proboscis of sorts

And well... I just thought of Gremlin Erik being discovered by Raoul - after he gets shown this by a friend XD.

This is such ironic news I had to share.

[reunitedinterlude]

phil's fanfics <3 (2024 / 2022 / 2015)

[manchesterau]

nord - a fan fiction by dan howell

[psychedelicvanillabean]

- phil lester, 2024

cc: “oh, inside of you there are two wolves. one is gay, the other is gay”

youtube

[it-wasntaphase]

dan honey it’s okay…phil isn’t really marrying the king there’s no need to be upset

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

starting a gofundme to pay for the 9 years of therapy that child in the background probably had to go through after hearing a grown ass man say to another grown ass man “*in reference to japanese school girl outfit he just told him to buy* i think it would SO suit you, and then we could act out one of those fanfictions i read with a tentacle! *wiggle* do you reckon they sell tentacles?” while filming himself

this child is for sure homophobic now and honestly i would be too

[an-angels-fury]

"I dislike/don't ship Eristine because is toxic and it makes me uncomfortable"

Me: 😉👍

"Ew, Eristine and their shippers are so gross! The only stupid people who truly enjoy this shit are Raoul haters, fool teenage girls who think "bad boys are cool" and/or abuse apologists who condone Erik's actions and don't care about Christine's feelings!"

Me: 😡🖕

[subukunojess]

Preview: Phantom stared, flabbergasted as his eye twitched. How dare they try to upstage him and steal the spotlight on his show?! The nerve!

Title: Rockin' Rayman Summary: During the second act of The Phantom's Revenge broadcast live on the Space Opera Network, Rayman gets an idea on how to distract him to turn off the lights with his team's help. It goes as well as expected. Square Filled: Free Space/Alternate Prompt: "This is not going to work." Fandom: Mario + Rabbids, Rayman, Rayman in the Phantom Show Warnings: Semi-Crack, No Other Warnings Apply Rating: General Audiences Pairing: Rayman & Rabbid Mario & Rabbid Peach, Rayman & Beep-0, Rayman & Phantom

A fic for one of the Bingo Cards I have, Bingo of Our Own by @thebo3bingo!

With my current Mario and Rabbids fixation, I decided to get things rolling by practicing writing for the fandom and getting back into writing again. This fic serves as my free space as well, which I had trouble figuring out.

This is a what-if scene after seeing an idle animation of Rayman playing a guitar. What if he used it during the final boss? This is the result of that with shenanigans ensuing. I had wanted to make it part songfic but nothing substantial came to mind. Please forgive me since this is my first time writing for Rayman and the Rabbids. They might be a little OOC. Not sure. I remember Rayman briefly when I was younger and Mario + Rabbids is a fun crossover to explore.

Thank you for reading!

[mysticscorpia]

Chapter 35 is here!!

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Falling Petals

Chapter 35

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Synopsis :

Christine Daae, a student and orphan, lives a perfectly normal life. However, when she happens to meet a dangerous, mysterious man with the voice of an angel, she quickly realises her life will never be the same.

Will Christine manage to remain herself, descend into madness or lose her heart to the man she swore to never love? 

Details:

Genre: Romance/Angst

Modern. AU.

Leroux inspired.

Dark.

Chapter 1 :

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Happy Holidays everyone!! 🎊💖😁

Hope this chapter brings you joy!

[zaachknight]

SILLY GOOFY LITTLE FICTIONAL BOYBAND HAS BEEN SPOTTED!!! 1!1!!!

I also put a note in the book with my user on here so hopefully we'll gain another 💪

[badass-at-fandoming]

Out for Blood - the Jericho Heights Brigade, including Salem Morelli, Adam Bane, Marcus Williams, Lacey Pendleton, Makayla Clark, Quang Tu Lam Phan, and Annis Kean

[anxnymouse]

2023, and my dynamic duo(s)

also a doodle of how i watched shaymien dynamic below

[2009phan]

@tboyswagging this feels like when you try to take a screenshot and accidentally turn your phone off and you see your reflection in the screen and realise what an idiot you are. like bestie you didn't have to call me out like that 😭😭

survey

[horseshoehate]

a/n: Here is part 4 of my Phish/Harry Potter/Lord of the Rings fan fiction

sorry it took so long to release! hope you enjoy!

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The festival was underway and Gandalf watched from the sidelines, his hands steady, but his mind beset with worry. He knew what he had to do, but he also knew it would not be easy.

As the sun began to set and the sky took on a blood orange color, its violent hue seeping into every crevice of the river's valley, Phish finally took the stage, and with them was heard thunderous applause.

The band members took to their instruments and stepped up to their usual positions, pausing for a moment to look out at the massive crowd of elves, dwarves, men, and hobbits. Then the first notes of "Buried Alive" rang out and Phish began their frantic driving melody.

Gandalf knew in his heart that this could mean only one thing: this was another part of Sauron's plan to turn the hearts of every being in Middle Earth. He knew that he must act before Evil Trey used his jams to corrupt the crowd, though he also knew that he must wait for the most pivotal moment of the show in order to undo all of the damage that may have been done to the crowd thus far.

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Flashing his VIP pass, Gandalf was able to make it all the way to the side stage, where a bewictched guitar tech handed him Trey's trusty Blonde No. 1, the original Mar Mar.

As the second set opener, Cities, ended, Gandalf stepped out onto the stage. Seeing him approach, Mike quickly realized what was happening and announced to the crowd, "Ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to our friend Gandalf the Grey. He's gonna play a few tunes with us tonight!"

Evil Trey looked furiously at Mike, but allowed it to continue. He knew what Gandalf was up to, but knew that he was a powerful enough guitarist to rebuff any attempts to undo the awesome evil magic that had been bestowed to him by Voldemort and refined by Sauron.

Gandalf smiled to the crowd and took his place between Trey and Mike. Gandalf, known for his mastery of the lute, was only slightly out of his element on this Languedoc.

The band then slipped into an uptempo Tweezer, with Evil Trey and Gandalf take turns keeping the Tweezer main theme, each biding their time.

As the band steered into the jam section, Evil Trey and Gandalf turned to face each other, the other members giving them space as the two begin dueling.

The audience is stunned as the two guitarists trade lick after lick, their fingers moving faster than the eye can see. Gandalf played with a fiery passion, his notes piercing the air like bolts of lightning. Evil Trey responded with a cold, calculated precision, his playing as sharp and deadly as a sword.

The music was unlike anything the crowd had ever heard before. It was powerful and magical, and, for a moment, it seemed to be working. Evil Trey's eyes began to clear, and he stumbled back, shaking his head as if trying to clear it. As he played, the power of music coursed through the air, fueling the forces of good and weakening the grip of evil upon Evil Trey's mind.

But the forces of Sauron were strong and not to be underestimated. Fueled by hatred and armed with Evil Mar Mar, it now seemed as though Evil Trey has the upper hand. His playing was so powerful that it threatened to overwhelm Gandalf, and it was all the wizard could do to keep up. But Gandalf was not one to give up easily, and he redoubled his efforts, pouring his heart and soul into the music.

The crowd was on the edge of their seats as the guitar duel reached its climax. Gandalf and Evil Trey played faster and faster, their fingers a blur as they raced up and down the fretboards. Finally, with a mighty flourish, Gandalf played a thunderous chord that shattered the curse that had been holding Evil Trey in its grip, ending the song in the same motion, shouting "Begone foul spirits, you shall not enter this mortal's mind again!"

Evil Trey stumbled back, falling to the ground. He went completely limp. As the rest of the band ran towards him, he lifted head in a daze, waking up fully from his trance for the first time in a long time.

"Welcome back, my friend." Gandalf said warmly as Page helped Trey to his feet. Fishman helped him backstage, where Elrond produced a magical revilatizing exiler and gave it to Trey.

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30,000 Phish fans stood in utter silence for what felt like years as they waited for their favorite band to come back out. Finally, they saw Trey slowly amble out, pale but smiling at them. He gave a quick wave and picked up his guitar, though opting for the original Mar Mar this time.

As the other members got into place (Gandalf choosing to stand off stage and watch), Trey moved to the microphone and took a deep breath, surveying the eager crowd. He then began singing a moving version The Squirming Coil.

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After the band finished playing, Trey retired to the House of Elrond to seek Elvish medicine. The rest of the band would stay behind with him while he rested for a few weeks.

Approaching the Evil Mar Mar, which had been left lying on the ground next to Trey's rig, Gandalf reached down to pick it up. As he did, a horrid vision took his mind and he saw flashes of the wicked Eye of Sauron. He knew it best not to touch the instrument directly and wrapped it in cloth before carrying it to be inspected by Elrond.

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Looking it over with an apprehensive eye, Elrond concluded his inspection by saying, "Yes, there is dark, powerful magic within this, indeed."

"What are we to do with it? No mortal can wield it, it would corrupt the heart and mind of any who dared try." Gandalf asked worriedly.

"In the fires of Mt. Doom it was crafted and only there can it be uncrafted." Elrond said.

"How can that be?" Asked an elf, "It is but a wooden instrument. It is of the forest!"

"It was made with the expertise of a dark craftsman that even I know not the true making of this instrument. It was embued with such mythic evil, that using any tools that we here possess would never work. Only in the fiery chasm of Mt. Doom can this otherworldly magic be unmade." Elrond said with displeasure. "Though wood it may be, there is powerful magic at hand to protect this instrument."

Gandalf nodded, understanding the weight of the situation. "Then it must be taken to Mount Doom. But who among us can bear this burden?"

A hush fell over the room as the band members and the fellowship exchanged glances. It was clear that this task required someone with strength, resilience, and a deep connection to the music. The presence of the Evil Mar Mar was not to be taken lightly.

Finally, Trey stepped forward, his eyes filled with determination. "I will take the instrument to Mordor," he said, his voice steady, "Though I do not know the way. I have been through the depths of darkness and emerged stronger. I have felt the power of this instrument and I know what it can do. It is my responsibility to see it destroyed."

The fellowship exchanged solemn nods, recognizing the sacrifice Trey was making. Just as they were about to bid Trey farewell on his perilous quest, a voice broke the silence. It was Mike, the band's bassist, stepping forward with unwavering determination.

"Trey, my oldest friend, you shall not bear this burden alone," Mike declared. "We have traveled this musical journey together, and I cannot stand idly by while you face such darkness. I offer what I can to you on this quest, myself and my bass."

Trey's eyes welled with gratitude as he nodded. "Thank you, Mike. Your funky grooves and unwavering spirit give me strength."

Not to be outdone, Page, the band's keyboardist, stepped forward next, his fingers itching to weave smooth melodies into the very fabric of the quest. "Trey, Mike, I can't let you embark on this dangerous journey without me. Together, our harmonies will carry us through the darkest of times. I offer you my keys."

With a smile, Trey embraced Page. "Page, your musical prowess and ability to light up any stage with your melodies will be invaluable."

Just then, Fishman, the band's drummer, took a step forward, his drumsticks twirling in his hands. "If you think I'm going to miss out on an adventure like this, you're mistaken," he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Besides, someone has to keep the rhythm of this journey alive."

Trey chuckled and clapped Fishman on the back. "Fish, your beats are the heartbeat of our band. I wouldn't embark on this quest without your infectious energy and impeccable timing."

Gandalf, his eyes filled with a mixture of admiration and pride, beheld the band members stepping forward, one by one, offering themselves for the daunting task at hand. In their unwavering commitment and the unbreakable bond that bound them together, he glimpsed the true essence of Phish's power. "Truly," Gandalf mused softly, his voice carrying the weight of profound realization, "the might of Phish lies not solely within their captivating music, but within the unspoken harmony that resonates between their souls."

And thus, the Fellowship of the Mar Mar was formed.

[sansxfuckyou]

You know nothing

Summary: You wake up cold, freezing, icy even, but as you slowly look around you find you're not alone.

Warnings: Implied Vivisection, Gore, Open Wounds, Ectoplasm, Ghosts, Tagging, Minor Eldritch Traits, check tags for further warning.

Authors Note: I have been thinking of the aftermath of all the times I ruined Danny and decided I should go in depth with the help of Dave Strider as a plot device, comfort characters and all, I take reblogs as a form of currency over likes.

Misc: Tagging @sobredunia cause they said to do so if one could understand it without reading Homestuck

You're cold, so, so cold.

You slowly wake up, grasping and reaching for sleep as you're pulled into light from the sludge of darkness. You don't want to sit up, you don't even want to breath with how icy it is. But you do anyways, pressing yourself further up the dark, chrome wall lined with veins of glowing green despite the ache in your bones. You pat your chest, pat down your entire body and you find a tacky name tag with your name on it, 'Dave Strider' you almost cringe at the red marker that was used.

As your shade covered eyes adjust to the darkness you notice someone else, that and an ever growing puddle of green near their corner. They're shivering, you can barely make out the shudders in their fuzzy looking form with their legs pulled to their chest and head between them, arms curled around.

You speak weakly.

"Y-Yo, you up?" You asked gently, they snap up, their eyes flash the same green as the veins in the wall and the puddle on the floor, and in their mouth you swear you see a glint of fangs.

"Yeah, what are you doing here though, don't you know its not safe to be comforting?" They respond softly, their voice is cracked and broken, your heart aches at how ruined he sounds.

"No." You reply before going to stand, the gravity of the room catches you off guard as you stumble and your head swims with the pressure change, you nearly fall, barely able to hold yourself even with the green vines stabilizing you.

Where did...?

Ah.

The kid did it.

That makes no sense actually.

You stare at the kid, finding that puddle of green has stretched out to you and their straining to keep it held up. Fists clenched and glowing green, teeth gritted revealing shiny fangs and now you can see ears pointed and pierced with blinking red metal rings. They had been tagged by someone, you didn't know what though, but you didn't have time to ask who or why when your eyes fell lower and lower to the tear in his fit.

A deep gash, no, it was cleaner than a gash, it was a gaping cavity of where organs once where, jagged on the edges and a sign of disembowelment. And spurting from it is a never ending void of a wound was a neon green, viscous substance that reeked of citrous like the shampoo Bro used. You gaze deeper into the cavity and find a pulsating, silvery-blue orb slipping down further and further, held by thin strings of green, its cracked, and its cracking more as the kid uses their powers.

You tumble to your knees after stumbling forward a bit more, you end up in the middle of the room, frost forms around you in tendrils as the ooze falls to the floor. Said frost climbs up your arms, climbs up your legs, curls inside your abdomen and causes you to dry heave, your body convulsing as it tries to regurgitate what isn't there. You collapse entirely to your stomach and the floor below is ice like none other, you know that feeling when someone puts ice down your shirt?

Yeah, imagine that times infinity, painful.

You shiver and you can feel that familiar pain grow in your chest and you clutch it with a vice, shirt bunching and skin going red as your blunt nails are drawn across it. It feels just like when Bro used to Strife with you, fuck it hurts, just as much as you remember it hurting, and your colder and grasped again.

"Breath, please, don't die yet, please," the kid muttered over and over under his breath, you're fading and you barely hear it let alone follow it as the ooze drips from his torso cavity onto your shuddering form.

"It's so lonely all by myself."

With a fierce tug you're pulled from his grasp and the pressure of the room seems to evaporate as the tightness in your chest is transferred to your entire torso, like two giant tentacles constricting you. You writhe as your arms are pressed to your sides, gritting your teeth and kicking futilely as warmth spreads from where your constricted, a soothing warmth that has you slowing down. A paralytic heat that washes over you in waves and warms you up so, so perfectly, you're drifting, and it feels so good.

A gut wrenching, trachea tearing scream is ripped from your throat as a clip is attached your left ear, it beeps. Another guttural cry of agony spills forth as a second clip is attached, blood drips from the tear.

You slump in the grip of whatevers holding you, a narrative maybe, you wonder what story you'll be a part of. The narrative slowly drags you across the ground, further and further away from the center of the room and with a metallic 'swoosh' door slide open. You wince at the light spilling in from behind you, able to get a better look at the kid as you're dragged away, you can feel his name now that you can see his crying face, smudged in green.

"Dave! Don't die! Please, don't, fuck, don't die..." Danny sobs as he goes to run for you, pulled down harder each time he gets up and tries to grab you from whatever you're going up against in this story.

"I won't, don't worry!" You shout back at Danny who gives a shaking, quaking, aching 'Ok.' in response and his voice shatters halfway through, you get a glimpse of an eye or two opening in his gaping wound before the blinding brightness consumes you.

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You open you're eyes.

This time its hot, burning, blazing, scorching hot and you can't breath with how dry the air is and the pressure on your back.

You go to sit up to find you can't move, you're pinned perfect with a katana keeping your legs clamped shut.

You try and turn to be face to face with Bro.

And he looks livid.

You can see it in his eyes, a neon orange you would've idolized in a different timeline, he wants blood.

And looking down at yourself you realize you're full of the stuff, he can smell it running under your skin and hear it throbbing in your heart. You gulp and flinch, afraid he'll dive in to tear out your throat for a delicious drink of ichor you would supply.

Instead, you're greeted with a chilling smirk that reveals a set of fangs before he goes to speak, so many rows and rows of fangs trailing down his throat.

"When was the last time you and I took some time for ourselves to have a drink and relax?"

Ah.

What a douchebag the narrative is.

Now you understand why Danny asked you to survive.