#phantom of the opera lmk au

[akystaracer22]

This will probably never be a huge AU for me but I saw a bunch of LMK edit's to The Story of The Phantom (Mostly Spicynoodle's or Shadowpeach) So I was fully prepared to throw some Freenoodle's into the ring because that is my personal OTP. What I also did was switch up who people would have likely assumed to be the Phantom and Esmerelda/Christine (Depending on the semantics). Listen, Pigsy has a god tier singing voice and the thought of delivering Tang angst was too tantalizing for me.

So the basic plot:

Pigsy still works as a chef, it's just that he's just starting out (This is set YEARS before canon) so he's not as caught up in it as he does get. On weekends he spends his nights at the local theatre, which in present day is Macaque's Shadow Theatre, and sometimes does in fact sing when he's feeling up to it.

One day while after one of these performances he finds himself taking a wrong turn in the theatres hall's and realises pretty quickly that he's going the wrong way. Before he turns back however a melody played on piano carries down the corrido and against his better judgement he pursues it, though not without grabbing a loose stone to defend himself with.

It's in the depths. of the theatre he meets the ever elusive phantom, Tang. He's honestly a lot less creepy than The Phantom. Most of his creepiness just stems from the fact he's lived a very secluded lifestyle. Also his scarring is not natural, it's a result of trauma he endured as a child. He managed to escape the situation and had been living under the theatre for almost a decade when he met Pigsy.

After a bit of threatening on Pigsy's behalf Tang comes clean about having heard his singing before on some nights and occasionally sneaking up into the theatre to listen in better, he just... forgot he left the secret passage open and didn't expect Pigsy to stumble in here.

Eventually the two settle down and Pigsy leaves, though Tang is able to wrestle out a promise from the chef to get him to return the next day after his work shift is over. Pigsy only agreed to it because Tang looked very sad to see the demon leave.

It becomes pretty common for Pigsy to visit Tang when he has free time, and he gets to know the man and eventually gets him to show Pigsy his face under the mask.

Over time, they fall in love. Slowly, but it's strong and it's mutual.

Of course, eventually Pigsy notices that Tang isn't really happy, not with this life. He's got to live in fear of potentially being discovered by others less kind than Pigsy, he has to live underground with little exposure to the outside world because he's got something that people want that he can't give them without it hurting.

It's not really a way to live, even if Pigsy makes it brighter.

So, Pigsy calls in an old friend to help him basically smuggle Tang out of the city and get him to someone who can cast some sort of glamour to hide the damage.

He calls Sandy.

[alilcherrysramblings]

What AU would you guys like to see turned into a fanfic next? (Note: this probably won’t happen for a while since I have the already existing fanfics to work on)

[icepoptroll]

I had a birthday recently soooo here's an updated about post!!

Hey everyone. I'm Bunny. I use she/they pronouns. I'm 27 (total fandom grandma I knooooow). I'm a night shift home health nurse by trade (in the wise words of Penn Jillette, "I haven't slept in so long that I'm. . . . Really tired." Lmao) but I do a lot of art and writing, particularly for the Ride the Cyclone fandom. I'm also very much into other musicals too (Wicked and Hadestown are two of my favorites). I make serious art but I also make lots of silly goofy content because I'm a bit of a party clown.

I'm pretty extroverted and love talking with people so feel free to send me asks. I promise I'm super nice lol

Tá mé ag foghlaim na Gaeilge (or at least trying to, lol) if there are any potential buddies who are looking for someone to learn Irish with hmu!!

I use an iPad and Procreate to make my art. You'll never see me use AI. I do have very strong opinions about this.

I also spent the past couple of months participating in the June Doe event, a 30-day RTC fandom event that takes place during June for content creators in the fandom to put out art, writing, or any other type of creative expression. You can see my submissions here. I had the absolute time of my life and I can't wait for next year!!

I do have an AO3 account where I post an "everyone lives" RTC AU wherein Karnak is a nurse at the hospital the kids go to after the accident. Anything I post on here related to that is tagged #nurse karnak au. I'm having a lot of fun working on it and I love love love to yap about my AU so feel free to send me asks about it!!

Some stuff I like:

RTC of course

Hadestown

Lots of other musicals (I live close to New York so I've seen a good amount of Broadway shows, I've also seen Wicked, Book of Mormon, Phantom of the Opera, Kinky Boots, Avenue Q, Chicago, and Kimberly Akimbo live)

Impractical Jokers!!! (I miss you Joe Gatto my beloved please come back)

Penn and Teller (my emotional support geriatric magicians, your honor)

Homestuck

Star Trek (pretty much any series)

It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

bunnies

stuff pertaining to nursing (I wholeheartedly love my job, it gives me the means to live a very full, happy life!!)

I love music (I like too many artists to list, my taste is very eclectic, but if you ever want recs lmk)

Cartoons!!! (but especially stuff that was around when I was a kid, like classic Spongebob!! I am constantly making Spongebob references lmao)

LGBTQ topics

Interested in exploring atheopaganism and similar spiritualities

Basically I hope for my blog to be a safe, fun space. I love to make friends and I'm always open to answering asks from curious minds lol

Be safe, my friends, be good ✌🏻🤟🏻🖖🏻

[rosquinn]

still haunted by the ask you sent @aroacehanzawa the other day it has not given me peace and I have been thinking about Milgram characters as classic literature ever since.

anyways I think Mikoto is very Gregor Samsa. Will happily elaborate if need be.

Fahrenheit 451 is a bit too modern to fit with the other stories, but Fuuta could be Guy Montag. The book’s themes of censorship and the fire symbolism fit him pretty well. Mahiru reminds me a little of Jane Eyre, though it’s not a perfect comparison.

And something about Es reminds me of The Pit and the Pendulum short story— the amnesia, the lack of control, the fact it is much more about the story than it is the character telling it.

HELLO!!! I haven't read any of the books you're mentioning except The Metamorphosis (and I agree Mikoto is so Gregor we're together in this) but I sorta know the plot of Fahrenheit 451 and I'm trusting you on this

You know I've actually made an attempt of a milgram gothlit au with a friend and there was a list of songs and characters. yeah i saved it on skype don't even ask. i changed some because I've thought so much about it jenny if you see this im sorry

i haven't read the invisible man or phantom of the opera so maybe im just saying bs but whatever lmk your thoughts 😭 also yeah mikoto samsa 100% and i should read Fahrenheit 451 & Jane Eyre aghhh

[googleitlol]

Y’know what’s crazy that I haven’t seen yet? A Phantom of the Opera!AU for LMK where there’s a reader or OC as Christine and the monkey boys as Raoul and Erik. I mean, Macaque is like the BIGGEST theatre kid in the show, the Phantom is right up his alley. Both are obsessive a-holes who think murder is ok cuz they have an angsty backstory.

Raoul may be too chill for Wukong but honestly if enough thought was put into it he could still be his chaotic self. Maybe I just haven’t seen this yet and it already exists but who knows? 🤷‍♀️

[zarinosa]

The Shadow of an Opera

(A LMK Melody AU Shadowpeach Story)

Darkness, a thing, an idea, that consumed every corner the light cannot to touch.

Cutecore, Psychedelic, Nightcore, all different subject explored by the light, while only the classics be left in the shadows. Wukong was dragged along by MK to watch a show. A Broadway show directed by a mysterious figure called ‘The Showman’. No one knew who made the line of popular Broadway shows, but the public inched to find out.

MK was very excited to watch the show, he was one of the only few people who knew the identity of The Showman. Wukong however knew nothing about Broadway, and thought of it to be boring, thoughtless, cringe-like. Wukong was never a fan of shows like this, especially ones surrounding love. Being a Pop-Star, he was always moving always singing. What could this silly show provide what he can’t?

The entire hall was crowded with long lines to even just go to the bathroom. Every red velvet seat was filled with people all the way from young to old. MK got a couple golden tickets to sit in the front. Given by the Showman himself. MK made sure he had snacks for Wukong and him as he sat down and pulled Wukong with him. Wukong plopped down on his seat as MK held up his hand.

MK: Your phone. I know you’re just gonna use it the whole time. Gimme.

Wukong let out a loud groan. As he pulled out his phone and gave MK his phone. MK’s hand remained where it was.

MK: All of them.

Wukong the let out another loud sigh as he gave MK a bunch of MP3 players, old phones, and music makers. MK smiled then turned off all of them and kept them in his bag on the opposite side, so not even Wukong’s tail could reach to sneak them out. MK then let out a small gasp as the lights went out.

A large gust of purple fog covered the stage like a clouded blanket. Then the Showman appeared. Wearing a fancy cape and a mask that covered his right eye. The light was too dim. The Identity of the man was still unknown, and even MK told Wukong not to use his golden gaze for this play. Begged him really.

Showman: Everyone. Take your seats, for tonight, I speak of a tale of a man who once lived beneath and between the walls of an old opera hall. A forbidden love that cannot become reality. Today, we will hosting a show that is not my own.. The Phantom of the Opera.

The audience clapped and cheered as the man disappeared. Wukong wondering if the man seemed familiar. His voice was very distinct. The stage came together as the play began. A couple song came by as Wukong grew a bit bored. Then suddenly, something felt off.. The main protagonist, Christine was missing. Then everything only slightly fell of script.

Then appeared the Phantom. The light still shifted away from his face, leaving his identity unknown. He then began talking to the audience.

Phantom: My beloved Christine is still gone. Where could she have gone? My love…

He then scanned the crowd, like he was looking for someone specifically, and instantly locked onto Wukong. The Phantom seemed to light up.

Phantom: Oh my beloved! There you are! I thought I lost you forever.

He then reached towards Wukong and pulled him on stage, in front of hundreds of people. Wukong’s face went pale as the light shines on his face as the classic Phantom of the Opera theme music blasted up. It was Macaque!

Macaque: We can’t have you looking like this in our Opera, Sunbite~

He snapped his fingers as the Broadway actors surrounded Wukong, singing “Masquerade”. After the crowd disbursed, Wukong was in a beautiful gown. Make up and jewelry all over him. Wukong was in shock. The audience began cheering and clapping at Wukong. Macaque held Wukong’s hand up and kissed it as he bowed. Macaque began dancing with him, waltzing. Wukong the entire time was so confused, almost catatonic. MK has stars in his eyes, gushing about how nice Wukong looked. Wukong began to worry about the people watching him. Despite being a Pop Star, he was always online and never on stage.

Macaque: It’s okay.. Just follow my lead, don’t look at them.. Only me.

Wukong hid his head on the other side of Macaque’s chest to hide a bit form the crowd, being a bit shorter than Macaque. Macaque let out a low laugh and danced with him. Singing along to the song that was playing. The entire play instead has Wukong in it, who knew none of the lines, and over time.. Wukong began enjoying himself.

The play ended in its tragic way. Wukong sat intently and watched, he began to appreciate Broadway in a weird way. Macaque went in the back where Wukong sat, the assistants getting the dress off. Macaque let out a small smile.

Macaque: Did you like the play?

Macaque teased Wukong a bit, chuckling to himself. Wukong slugged him on the shoulder hard, hurting Macaque a bit.

Wukong: Maybe let me know ahead of time, okay?!

Macaque laughed and swatted Wukong off.

Macaque: Okay, Okay! Next time…

The two sat together, reminiscing about the play, laughing with each other. Happy to be around each other again. Guess the play wasn’t so bad after all…

(This was a small little story that isn’t written the best. Though I hope you guys like it though. Also.. Here’s a challenge! I made the dress design unknown since I want you guys to come up with what it looks like! Thought it would be fun!💜)

[weixuldo]

ok, imagine phantom of the opera, star wars AU

you joined the empire when they were first founded, not fully understanding what they were. You only new they were taking over as the new government and they were providing jobs.

you began as a usual employee on a random planet, but your hard work caught the attention of some higher ups. you were offered a job working on the plans for the new death star.

while working, there was an attack and you stepped up to the plate and defended your co workers. the small incident traveled up the grape vine to the top, peeking the interest of one sith lord.

He watched you from afar and would guide you anonymously. After your plans got approved, you were escorted to a meeting hall. where you were met with an unfamiliar dark figure. little did you know he had been watching and coaching you for years.

he informed you he would take you under his wing as his pupil. you really had no choice, you were intrigued by the masked man, but he also frightened you, he had such a mysterious and dark aura but he was passionate and caring at times.

his moods would swing and sometimes frighten you. he was having trouble dealing with his emotions, he became obsessed with you and he wanted you. From his view, all you had to do was just see how much he loved you, see that he would kill for you.

lmk if that sound like a fic u would read 👀👀

[rosiethedragongeek]

do you have any fic recs for httyd/rtte?

Absolutely!!! I'm so sorry that this is so late lol (I'm gonna keep this restricted to fics that are about the gang for the most part. If there's a specific ship or character or smth you might want another list for, just lmk (I have a LOT of Snotlout lol)) These are all on ao3 btw!!!

These ones are mostly centering around the gang:

The Scars Of The Young by literallyjustanerd

This one's about the gang after httyd 3 just hanging out. A little angsty, but overall pretty positive. Ships are pretty background if I remember correctly

Where the Runaways are Running the Night (Series) by Faye_Claudia

I haven't read this one in a while, but it's a fic series with fic titles pulled from Greatest Showman songs. It's an au where Hiccup leaves Berk with Toothless, and the gang slowly comes over to his side before they stand up to Berk and the Red Death

King of Doing Stupid Things by mysteryninja98

This is some short fluff. The gang is just hanging out. I remember the dialogue writing being pretty in character for this one <33 (rtte time period)

This Story Is for the Birds by Emachinescat

Pretty similar vibe to the last one. Tuffnut finds a hurt bird and the gang nurses it back to health (rtte time period)

Longer fics that have the whole gang in them that I may or may not have not read yet:

A Thing of Vikings by athingofvikings

I've had this one rec'd to me a couple times, and I actually haven't gotten around to it. It's super long, but it's also Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons if that's not your cup of tea

Phantom of the Arena by Aleteia

I actually have started this one. It's very similar to the Where the Runaways are Running the Night series in that Hiccup left Berk with Toothless, and it centers around him trying to save the dragons of Berk from afar. The writing is amazing and Astrid is so in character. I haven't gotten very far in this one, unfortunately. I read the first few chapters in one sitting though, it's that good. (It's based off of Phantom of the Opera and the chapter titles are pulled from the songs, but as someone who hasn't seen Phantom, you don't need it to understand the fic at all)

Hope this helps <333333

[tickledpink31]

Art Masterlist

Obey Me

Obey Me! MC: Minerva “Minnie” Castillo (first intro she had a name change and slight characters alterations months later)

MC and Solomon singing Phantom of the Opera

Paws and Claws: Minnie/Eva the Sheep

Birthday drawing: Kiss in the Morning Star Wheel

Drunk Lucifer hugging the router

OCs galore! Copics and pencil crayons version

Minnie/Eva’s first breakfast in the Devildom

Minnie/Eva’s heart finger

Minnie and Winnie’s Eva and Maria’s big name changes

The Dilag twins: Eva and Maria reintroduction

#OBEYMEmber Day 5: Kids

TW: Blood and Rage—Eva’s tears of blood

A busy Lucifer and his baby

WIP: Eva’s UR Card—Snow White Knight

Completed: Eva’s UR Card—Snow White Knight

WIP: Eva’s Manga Page

Completed: Eva’s Manga Page

Sushifer!

Bunny girl Eva + a recording of my drawing process

Eva’s daily braiding routine

My 20th Birthday: Another Eva UR Card

Baby pandas and their new parents

Twisted Wonderland (mostly crossed over with Harry Potter)

Prefect/Hogwarts student OC: Minako Nezumi’s introduction

Meet the Nezumi Siblings

Minako and Lilia jamming with otamatones

Space Bun Storage

Minako’s colour-changing eyes animation

Minako’s blot (based on an idea I had)

The woes of drawing Yana Toboso’s clothes

A smoothie meme (featuring a bandersnatch)

WIP: A drawing inspired by Epic Mickey/possible cover art if I ever get to writing my fanfic

Completed (now with 2 versions): Inspired by Epic Mickey

Who’s that patronus?

Azul pulling a droste image

Slytherins stick together (featuring Minako and Azul)

The Magizoologist and the Hunter

Tweaking Minako’s fringe design

Nezumi siblings redesign

The other Nezumis

Minako’s SR card outfits

Minako and Grim’s dorm outfits

Minako’s bedroom

Wattpad cover 2

Epics of Ink & Light: Prologue Illustrations Part 1

Epics of Ink & Light: Prologue Illustrations Part 2

Don’t Lose Ur Head

Epics of Ink & Light: Heartslabyul Illustrations Part 1

Minako’s Heartslabyul Dorm Outfit

Minako’s Revenge Unbirthday Frock (so I guess we’re going for the middle one)

Epel and Minako (based on a scene from Kiss Him Not Me)

Twisted Wonderland 2nd anniversary: Minako and Grim's Birthday SSR

Request by trixiegalaxy: The Lost Magic of Twisted Wonderland cover

Ask: "ngl i ship minako and kalim, they're a cute couple"

Request from Instagram: Azul x OC

Kento Nezumi Re-redesign

21st Birthday Special Sketches

Future Children: Minako x Riddle

Epics of Ink & Light: Heartslabyul Illustrations Part 2

Minako ghost wedding ssr wips

Minako Ghost Wedding SSRs (complete)

Art request: Wattpad cover

Mildly Muscular Minako

Minako’s coffin

Malleus’ braid

Epics of Ink & Light: Intermission 1 Illustrations

Divus and Flor Dynamic

Papa Crewel AU

Minako’s Halloween costumes

Minako’s Scooter

WIP: Twst masquerade Ideas

Minako’s Masquerade Outfits

Ask: a thorough explanation of Minako’s masquerade outfits

Christmas Special 2022

Wallpaper Art

Speedpaint of Wallpaper art

House of Mouse Au

New art style featuring Minako

Ask: Uzuki Nezumi concept

Avatar the Last Airbender

OC: Kaguya ink drawing

Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir

Marigold

Multi-fandom

OCs galore! Copics and pencil crayons version

OCs galore Part 2! Digital drawing version

Encanto x Lego Monkie Kid Sketches

Black Butler

Old drawing of Black Butler x Friends

Ink drawings of Veronica Midford and William T. Spears

Harry Potter

Harry Potter: Draco and Erika’s married life (featuring a fox)

Hogwarts Uniform Designs: Pre-War vs Post-War

The Arcana

Reenacting the Avengers Shawarma scene

Mar mimicking Asra

Mar’s familiar, Edelweiss the lamb

Lore Olympus

Persephone

Encanto

Mirabel’s hairstyles and rainbow aesthetic

Journey to the West/Lego Monkie Kid

JTTW/LMK OC Concept

Friendly fires

Marisol “Mariposa”/ Liang Xiaodie Second Introduction

Red Son and his Jet

Don’t Push the “Wife Button”

Desperate for attention

[probablypjm]

love never dies (pt i)

GIF NOT MINE. credit goes to @doona-baes​!!

wc: 4.4k summary: phantom of the opera au!! based on it and its sequel, love never dies. chronicles y/n and phantom!jimin's love story ... if it can be considered one. tags: love confessions, first-time, POSSESSIVE jimin yum, fluff & angst, namjoon as raoul lmao, dirty talk, kinda dom!jm

notes: part of a trilogy. the second chapter will be based on ‘beneath a moonless sky’ from love never dies and the last chapter/ epilogue ... a surprise 😘i included scenes not from the musical tbh so i don’t think you need have watched the musicals to read this, but they’re so good and worth watching! i spent my past two weekends watching the limited-time streams on yt. 

this is the first piece of writing i did where i really loved it so i hope you do too 🥺pls lmk what you think!

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The thunderous applause still echoed in your ears. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so wide for hours, but as you placed your hand over your still-racing heart you knew it was worth it.

Father, did you see? You cast your wish heavenward, despite the pang of pain you felt for a memory long gone.

You’re still struggling to catch your breath from your performance, pants loud in your empty dressing room. The perks of being the leading role: your very own private room. However, these luxuries did not come easily. It was many rehearsals, little to no sleep, and –

“Well done, petal.”

Tingles shot down your spine. Your smile faltered. Yes – you owed all your current success to him.

To everyone else, he’s the Phantom of the Opera.

To you, he’s your Angel of Music.

“Thank you,” you murmur. “It was with your help, angel.”

Laughter bounced around your dressing room, and try as you might to pinpoint where it came from, you never quite could. He never let you see him, unless he wanted to. Predictably, although you spin wildly in all directions, you never see him. You just hear his voice, the same voice you hear in your sleep. He sings songs to you, for you, in those dreams, whispers suggestions that you’re helpless to follow.

It had always been funny to you how your fellow actors try to find where he hides. For he’s there, in your mind. Plain as day, sure as night.

“Congratulations,” he bids once more. His voice no longer echoes, so you spin to the full-length mirror behind you where you know he’ll guide you through. Beyond that, you know not the way. “Are you ready for tonight’s teachings?”

You nod, knowing there was only one answer. Your heart beats erratically as you see a figure slowly materialise from the shadows; how the reflective glass slides so easily to reveal your angel with his hand held out.

Tonight, like all the other nights, you place your hand in his with trepidation. The fear never goes away, even as curiosity grows. When you pass the mirror, your hold on his hand tightens, darkness enveloping the two of you from every side. A black so heavy you cannot see through them. You wonder how he’s been able to live like this, here, with so much he cannot see – so much to fear.

“There was a man who went to see you tonight.” He says, still leading the two of you through the maze only he knows the answer to. You want to see his expression for a clue on how he’s asking this question, but he has his gaze set forward. “He gave you a rose, didn’t he?” His grip on your hand tightens, drawing a whimper from you that goes ignored.

“M-my childhood friend, Namjoon.” You stammer out. Disapproving silence hangs heavy over you. “We lost contact for years, and tonight was a coincidental reunion… he was simply wishing me a job well done, and reminiscing the past.”

He hums, like he doesn’t believe you. You’re tugged along impatiently, until you eventually reach the mouth of a cavern. This is familiar, it’s where you spend your nights. You see the organ, sitting in the middle like it’s a centrepiece. And you suppose to him, it is. The continuous sound of lapping water, a boat bobbing gently as your means to return to the theatre in the morning. Sparse else; you wonder not for the first time if this is all he needed to live, or if there were more hidden rooms you knew nothing about.

He all but throws you towards the organ. You stumble, catching the edge to prevent a fall just in time. It’s always like this with him. One moment, he’s the monster everyone says he is. Other times, he’s exactly like an angel, drawing a blanket over you to prevent a chill when you’ve fallen asleep, and singing songs with you that he’d written himself.

“I have a new song written for you today. I want to hear you sing for me.” He orders. Am I a dog to you? You think angrily as he rounds the instrument, taking his rightful spot and adjusting through the many sheets of paper on the stand. However, you say nothing – as you always do.

Maybe you’re high off your success that night. Or too terribly curious about his earlier questions; about him. Him and the mask that adorns half his face, hiding his features.

You’ve heard the whispers. A figure so grotesque he had to hide behind the mask. However, you wonder if this man could truly be as ugly as they say, for the one eye you can see burns with passion whenever his hands glide over the keys. When his lips are curved so gracefully as they whisper suggestions to you. Only an angel could look like that, you think.

Your hand’s drifting out towards his mask before you even realise what you’re doing. Just as quick, however, his hand shoots out and grabs your wrist tightly, forcing a cry out of you.

“What. Do you think you’re doing?”

You shudder a breath. “I want to see you.”

“Don’t,” he warns lowly, and you feel like ice has been poured over you. He rises from the bench, crowds into your personal space. He barely towers over you, but it feels like he’s taken up all the space in the room. He glares down at you.

The hand not trapping your wrist cups your cheek, deceptively sweet. “There is no need to look, petal. Music is not seen with the eyes, but heard.” He tilts his head, regarding you seriously with his visible eye. “And you want to be good for me, don’t you?” He purrs.

You give in. It’s the voice he uses in your dreams to seduce you, to follow him through a blind labyrinth and listen to his songs and sing for him like his own personal canary. It is the voice that lures you from fear to face him, shivering and all.

“But I want to see.” You say softly, pitifully. Pleading, although you lean into his touch. You hear water drip, drip, dripping and the awfully loud beating of your heart.

He turns away abruptly, shoving the scores for that night at you.

“Sing for me, and I’ll consider.”

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He never considers. Night after night sees you singing, stretching and building your vocal repertoire unlike anyone at the theatre and they notice. It was getting harder each day to field their questions of who’s training you? You always say an angel of music appears in your dreams at night, and that makes them leave your side with a disbelieving grumble. You’re not sure how long more you can cling to that story, despite its partial authenticity.

But that’s all you do. Not that you were ungrateful, or hated it. No! He set your heart on fire, through music. You had always been passionate about music, beyond fondness and reason – it was the only way you could express yourself, feel life thread through you and reach understanding when the lyrics left your lips. Your angel’s creations in particular were something you felt proud to bring to life; they played so beautifully and spoke to emotions that resided deep in your soul that without him, you’d never be able to voice. His compositions were puzzle pieces you hadn’t known you were missing, and he made your voice complement every. Single. Piece.

You wanted to know more about your Angel of Music. You weren’t content with knowing just horrible hear-say about him, not when you see and hear him every night and know what beautiful songs he could write. Not when you saw the way he loved music – truly loved music more than anyone else you’d ever met, and the way he could create melodies from thin air with his organ.

“Angel,” you say. You hear him sigh loudly, but you persist. He had already snapped at you earlier for seeming distracted while singing, and said it hurt his ears when you sang like that. That comment had hurt you a bit, but you weren’t going to be deterred. And he seemed to understand that if he wanted his usual canary, he was going to have to listen to what you had to say. The graceful notes of the organ abruptly stopped, and the two of you were engulfed in a silence only occasionally broken by drip, drip, drip.

“Yes? Is this about why you’ve been so distracted?” He grumbled.

You swallow down the lump that suddenly appeared in your throat. “What’s your real name?”

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Then he sighs, disappointed. And suddenly, regret weighs heavy on you and panic beyond imagination rises. “I’m sorry my angel, please just igno –”

“Will telling you get your focus back to me?”

You hold your breath. “Yes,” you promise.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

“Jimin.” There is a pause, imperceptible, then –

His hands are flying across the keys before you know it, belting out a tune you’re familiar with. “Sing for me, again!”

You sing better than all the other nights.

(He thinks so, too.)

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He’s not your friend.

Friends ask about your day, and he never does. Then again, neither do you.

Friends tell you about each other, so you learn more about each other and fit into each other’s lives in a seamless manner. You don’t know much about him except his name, and conclusions you’ve come to yourself.

And friends don’t want to occupy their friend’s attention all of the time. To learn the most intimate parts of them, and to know what makes them smile – with the intention of always making them smile, by your side.

You’re not there with him yet, but you could be.

You’re already curious about him, and you’ve done some soul-searching on this. It’s not because of the things people say. You want to learn more about him, because he interests you, in a good way.

You’re careful to keep your feelings hidden, though. He has made it clear that he only wants you to sing for him, and to never pry. You remember the ghost of his strength when you had attempted to remove his mask.

Ever since he’s told you his name, you’ve saved it for special occasions. Only when you bid him goodbye, do you sweetly whisper, goodnight, Jimin. You’d see him freeze, like he wasn’t sure if he liked it or not, and it gave you a thrill that you kept a piece of him no one else knew about. A clue to who he was before he became the Phantom of the Opera, made him more human than phantom or angel.

Tonight, you’re lying in the gently rocking boat, blanket pulled up to your shoulders. You peer at him sleepily, grin on your face from that night’s session of music. It was challenging, but rewarding to be with him. You felt the music come alive when he played it, like the love he held for it was flowing through his fingertips and to the audience.

He never slept when you did. Always hunched over the piano, scribbling more notes while you slept. Always hard at work.

“Angel,” your voice drifts to him, and you see him pause in his ministrations, though he does not look at you. “Do you not sleep?”

You think he might just ignore you and resume his work. However, his next words are laced with hatred – not directed at you. “I do not waste the night like that. I sleep in the day.”

You’d never get it, he thinks bitterly. You – and the others – were made for the sun, able to walk freely without unprovoked sneers, pointed fingers, and mockery. Even worse was the fear, the few who’d catch sight of his ghastly form and scream. That wounded him more than he’d ever care to admit.

Putting on the mask hadn’t been enough. He didn’t want to blend in with the cruelty, with those who scorn and mock people like him. He carved a life for himself, aided by the darkness of night. In the night, he was free to be alone and do as he wished. Free from judgment, free from cursing, free from association.

Free.

Yet, you were exempt from his hate. You were horribly naïve and grieving for your father, he had made use of that. Your voice had captured his attention, his soul. He may be your angel of music, but to him – and he’d never let you know – you were the angel of the two of them. The one who could be adorned in white and purity, and bask in the spotlight. He had equal desire to drag you to the inky depths of darkness until you were stained beyond recognition, and to preserve your brightness forever.

He feels your steady gaze on him, and sighs. You want something.

You notice his resignation, and readied your request. “Will you hold me until I sleep?”

“You can’t fall asleep by yourself?” Exasperation coloured his voice.

Undeterred, you push on. “I can, but I don’t wish to.” You gently push back the blanket. “Please?”

He is a weakening man – a weak man already, for you. Though he’d be damned if you knew. Desperate for your voice, he had called to you, not realising he’d be entrapped as well. He walks to you unsteadily, like he wasn’t quite sure how to get there, but eventually he holds the boat steady as he gingerly steps in. You scoot to allow him space.

This is uncharted territory for the both of you. He sits very still, as far to the edge of the boat as he can. Suddenly, you feel like perhaps laying your head on his lap is too much. So, taking pity on the both of you, you say,

“Will you sing me a goodnight song?”

It is to his voice of honey that you dream of a boat gently making its way downstream, peace enveloping every corner of your dream.

.

You are kissing him.

Sacrilegious, against his beloved organ. His lip trembles beneath your own unsure ones. His hands rest unsurely at your waist, as if not sure if they should be pulling or pushing you away.

Your hands are at his mask, lifting it just enough to reach his lips.

He’s never been kissed before, not even by his mother who thought him too ugly. There was never a possibility of him being kissed, of knowing intimacy.

Yet here you were, soft and sweet, kissing him. His head spun.

“I’m sorry, angel,” you whisper, eyes cast downward.

For once, he feels fire race along his veins – not of anger, but of something else. Care, for you. “What for?” He responds gruffly, tipping your head for one more soft kiss.

.

Love doesn’t always make everything easier.

He finds the confusing feelings in his heart difficult to compartmentalise. It makes him wonder if he regrets finding you, it makes him confused when he tells you that and sees the hurt on your face and he finds him hating himself rather than feel relieved.

He notices the bags under your eyes worsening. It’s demanding for you to attend rehearsals the whole day and practice with him afterwards, all while fielding questions from your fellow actors.

When you receive roses from Namjoon, he knows. And it makes him burn when you show Namjoon a beautiful smile, a smile he’s never been on the receiving end of. It makes him want to hurt you just as badly, warring with his desire to always keep you safe, keep you happy.

You were quickly realising just as well, the dichotomy. Not that you’d ever choose. Both the stage and your private concerts with your angel were equally important to you. But on some days, some days, when you’re gripping your vanity trying not to topple over in exhaustion, you wonder where to stay …

Jimin has been rather moody lately, too. Sometimes he says hurtful things you bear with a grin and glistening eyes, pretending your heart wasn’t bleeding when he whispers perhaps we should have never met. Yet, he pulls you close and strokes your hair the next moment, and you have no choice but to forgive him. Sometimes, he’s throwing the stems Namjoon got for you, at you, and that’s when you find your voice – you’ll allow him to think what he wants of you, but not scorn someone else’s sincere gesture, okay?!

You find that you can raise your voice, but his words are harsher, and you dissolve in tears, wondering is it all worth it.

The nights get longer, your days shorter. What was once your safe haven, now became a landmine.

Not that you’d ever stop showing up.

You’d always offer your hand to be led, through the darkness you’re starting to become fond of.

.

It was his night.

Not even the moon hung in the sky. Everything was in darkness; it was a miracle if you could see even a meter beyond you.

It was his night, because you were in his arms, dress halfway undone.

He didn’t need to see, he knew you were beautiful. Knew in the way his hands slid upwards and cupped you, felt the softness in his palms. He pinched your pebbled nipple, and found a new form of music in your breathy whines. Felt his cock stir in his pants, pressing against where you were situated on his lap.

“Jimin,” you sighed his name like a song.

“Yes, petal?” He gave another tweak, making you gasp.

“Please take off your mask,” you begged. You felt his hands still, and you whined, pushing towards him. You were going purely on sensation now – you couldn’t see anything at all, could only hear, feel.

You heard something clatter. Then, he was taking one of your hands and placing it near his face.

It was scary for you, too. You had heard the rumours, a visage so grotesque – he had been hidden for so long, you were afraid of what secrets you might find. Yet, when you felt warm skin – so much like your own – it was as though all fear left you. You could feel the raised ridges of skin, unbalanced features, warped ones, but you knew the man beneath was far more beautiful than anyone you had ever met. For he was just a boy who feared the harsh light of day and the criticisms it wrought. People did not hear the music he made, music that could surely change the world. You caressed the secret he’d shared with you, the side of the moon that had stayed hidden to you until now. You felt the raised ridges of skin, thumb tracing so carefully, mapping his face in your mind.

“Am I what you expected?”

There is something in Jimin’s voice you’ve never heard before. Fear.

“You are beautiful.” You sigh, and he trembles beneath your caress. “I needn’t see to know that. I simply had to hear your voice, your music…” with love, you think to yourself.

He crashes his lips to yours. Your hands, curious, slide downwards, feeling the muscle beneath. You wished you could see him properly, tell him he was beautiful and have him believe you, but you weren’t going to take away his night.

“Princess, do you feel how hard you make me?” Jimin groaned, bucking his hips up. A moan caught in your throat as you instinctively grinded down on him, seeking friction.

“Please, Jimin – I’m yours. Please help me,” you begged.

He flipped you over, pinning your wrists overhead. He shoves your dress off you, and immediately his hand is tracing down your body, his cock feeling heavy as he neared your heat. Emboldened by your honesty, your offering, he pushed his fingers against your underwear to feel you. Twin groans released in the air; your hips squirmed as he slipped beneath your panties to tease your wetness.

“This is all for me,” he says, pleased. Gently, he eases in a finger, then two. Experimentally, he begins thrusting, eliciting needy whines from your lips. Forget singing, this was his new favourite song of yours – he wanted to make you sing like this for him, every day.

“Y/N, princess, are you ready to feel all of me?” Jimin asks, feeling your slick trail down the length of his fingers, all the way down his wrist. He wanted to feel you wrapped around him, now. You started nodding, then realised he probably couldn’t see you. “P-please,” you begged, arms fighting against his hold but failing to escape. Your legs tightened around his hips, an invitation he accepts.

“Messy girl.” You whined when he withdrew his fingers from you. Your cheeks felt hot, feeling the wetness that clung to his fingers. “So messy, all just for me, right?” He whispered in your ear. A mewl sat at the back of your throat as you felt something against your entrance.

“Shh,” he sooths, freeing your wrists in favour of tenderly moving the hair away from your face. You arch towards his gentle touch, humming docilely. His other hand that had been coated with your own wetness gripped his cock, mixing it with his drooling precum and making everything sordidly sticky. He guided it past your entrance, swallowing your pained groan in a kiss.

You cried out as he stuffed you inch by inch, and he took advantage of your bared neck, pressing fleeting kisses and tasting your skin.

“Good girl, such a fuckin’ good girl for me,” he panted against your ear, staying still to let you adjust. His fingers dug into the sheets, concentrating on trying not to cum when your walls were fluttering around his length, hugging him tight.

You were no better, gasping and whining upon being speared by his cock. He’s in me, you think giddily to yourself. I feel him, he’s claimed me.

“Can I move?” Jimin asks, voice strained. “Please, for the love of – let me move princess, I beg you.”

“Please,” you whisper, hand seeking his to entwine your fingers. “I’m already yours, Jimin.” He tightens your fingers and, with your permission, slowly draws out before thrusting back. Your cries echoed in the room, swallowed by the shadows.

“Yes, that’s it.” Jimin groaned. “Sing for me!”

His hips picked up the pace, and pleasure erupted white-hot in your veins. Losing your shame to the veil of night, you always listen to your angel. “Jimin!” You sobbed, crying out as pleasure you’ve never felt before coursed through your body, drawing mewls from your parted lips.

In a duet, he groans lowly, and you feel heat splashing your walls. There are no thoughts swimming in your head, except of those of you and him and his marks all over you.

You listen to his heavy breaths, feel him slowly draw back and the stickiness that seeps from you. You feel almost disappointed by the loss of his weight on you, but this quickly dissipates when he lays down next to you, hand still holding yours. Instead, you feel satisfied, fulfilled. In ways beyond the physical – you’re overjoyed that this had just occurred between the two of you, that he had trusted you to take off his mask. That the two of you had partaken in a union of love.

The hand that cups your cheek is sticky, and before you can wince he’s demanding a kiss from your lips, and you oblige. When you part, your foreheads are touching.

“Thank you,” he says quietly.

“I love you.”

He laughs, a laugh you’ve never heard before. It is light, joyful, like a summer breeze. Just like a youthful boy’s. You smile so wide, your cheeks hurt. “I love you too, petal. So much,” he confesses, drawing you close for another kiss.

“My heart is soaring from your words,” you whisper.

“I will make sure it is in flight forever,” he promises.

Then no more words are spoken, as he claims your lips for his once more.

.

It is still dark when Jimin wakes up.

He sighs contentedly, feeling a rare sense of peace awash him. A good dream, then, he assumes, shifting –

Freezing, when he feels the shape of you next to him, in his bed.

Not a dream, then.

It wasn’t a dream! A happiness so great engulfs him then, nearly knocking him over. It is foreign, but he couldn’t help but welcome it. He replays the moments you confessed your love for each other, smiling as he gently caresses your face –

He freezes. The smile drops.

The mask comes on.

Dressed once more, he stands next to your sleeping form, leaning down to brush a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Goodbye, my love.” He murmurs.

His lips tremble.

The room is none the wiser when he leaves.

.

Sun seeps through, insistent on waking you up. You obey, blinking groggily, taking your sweet time stretching this way and that before you fully opened your eyes, ready to start the day.

That was perfect, you sigh to yourself, a dreamy smile on your face. The memories are fresh in your mind, leaving you feeling like you had milk with honey just before bed. Sweet – he was sweet, as were all your honest confessions to each other.

Excited, you turn to your side, expecting your lover to be beside you. I love you sits on your lips – maybe it was too fast in the morning to say it, but you didn’t care. You loved each other.

You frown when you see an empty bedside. When your fingertips reach out to feel the sheets, they’re cold.

Uncertain and confused, you sit up, pulling the blanket to protect your modesty. There’s a nagging feeling, one you’re trying your best to ignore. You take a glance around the room, noting its sparseness …

… and the lack of a distinct mask.

You nearly trip over yourself then, trying to get out of bed. “Jimin?” You yell frantically. You dash around the room, trying to find where you’re sure the mask had fallen the night before. For a sign of a note, something to clue you in on his whereabouts. “Jimin!” The nagging feeling expands and expands, until it nearly suffocates you. You rush out the entrance, into the dark, looming hallway. “Jimin!” Your voice echoes back pitifully to you.

Your face crumpled. If you weren’t heartbroken, you’d laugh at how predictable Jimin had been – feeling ashamed by his deformities, he must’ve fled.

Leaving you behind so easily.

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In which of you AU‘s is Wukong the father of MK ?

Lemme go down my list…

Well, the only AU that I have where Wukong is MK’s biological father is the Darkest Remnants AU.

The AUs that I can list off the top of my head where he’s a father figure is the Overlords AU (though it’s more of a backstory thing lol since they both hate each other now) and the Phantom of the Opera AU.

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(1) Hey! So sorry for replying late, a lot has happened these past couple of days D: but I hope you've been doing good! (I say as if I've been gone for months aksjdf) anyway, yeah, they're definitely scary. I think it'll be worth being able to be that soft and open with someone though. And I'm glad it did have a positive impact on you! Even if they were hard you came out stronger or wiser in some way. And thank you, you're so sweet :') So do you hon ❤️

hey honeymoon! sorry for taking my time to respond, i hope everything’s been alright with you! 

(2) Terushima really does just seem like a big dork who loves volleyball haha. I feel like his initial vibe would make me not want to interact v much lol but once you get to know him he's actually a good person. and that tongue piercing tho 👀. "that one definitely hurts a lot more than Falling does" then I think I'm good for awhile hahaha. I've already read a sad hospital AU so I'm going to stay FAR away for now. Honestly I wish there was an interesting story behind it but there's not :')

(3) basically I had an art blog and the name of it was kind of a pun with the word "honeydew." but that nickname was already taken and I wanted to be ~original~ sso I didn't want to use it lol. I still liked the honey aspect though and I thought Honeymoon sounded cute. I'm also kind of a secret hopeless romantic and at the time I kept my identity on my art blog a secret, so it kind of felt like an "alter ego" of mine? long story short I liked the nickname and it kinda stuck haha

ok i mean, to be fair, he was super aggressive when he was meeting kiyoko. but i definitely feel like there’s that dorky side to him LMAO.

oooof idk if I can handle any angst rn tbh so i can definitely relate 😭 

that’s honestly such a cute story though??? like, that’s literally so freakin’ adorable. what type of art did you use to do? (and honestly girl, this whole blog is on the DL and i tried super hard to keep it hidden from my life LOL).

there’s nothing wrong with being a hopeless romantic though! it gives you a chance to day-dream hehe 💞 what’s your favorite romantic trope? it could be as cliche or non-cliche as you’d like! 

(4) "i’m sorry for being a sadistic fk 🥰" 😀 something tells me you're kind of not LOL (really though I know you're sweet and don't actually want to hurt people akdhf) and honestly I'm glad you decided to expand on it! Chapter one is also great as a standalone but I'm so grateful for the rest so far, and you're doing an amazing job with it love 💖 I understand the chara x chara thing. I don't know if I've ever actually shipped anything to the point of me /wanting/ it to be canon

(6) like, it'd be cool if it was, but I don't actually care y'know? unless it was actual romantic tension built up in the movie/book/series. Fanart and fic is what mostly got me lol. I think the HQ fandom is super diverse/creative in its shipping. Not only because of an incredible story with great characters, but great fans and creators as well. And yes! someone else who likes KuroIwa!! I think that ship is really cute (and they're my top 2 faves so I'm biased haha) have you seen neutinya's art?

i swear i’m nice 💞 thank you so much for the love!! 🥺 i’ve been having writer’s block for a bit, and your comments have honestly motivated me to write so much more for it LOL

i definitely agree though, like, i can’t aggressively fight for one ship over another because it’s literally just not canon. it just feels wrong to “shove that agenda”, so to speak. but it’s always interesting to see all the different character combinations. i never would’ve imagined half of the ones out there if not for this fandom LOL

neutinya’s literally why I have a thing for KuroIwa!! LMAO. i really like the art that they put out. same with bright_stars_45 on IG. Their stuff is literally why i ship Bokuaka soooo hard. 

(7) (did I skip 5?) I really hope I'm numbering those right it's 12:30 am here lol. anyway, it's probably a good thing you weren't in the fandom then. I don't know how it is now, but it was p chaotic and toxic and there was actually controversy surrounding one of those fics. I'm sorry about you and your sister love :( I don't know if you'd ever want to have a strong one with her but I hope you do if you do! and if not then there will always be people you share that with, blood or not 💕

LOL you did skip 5, but it’s okay bby 💖 it’s not too serious tbh. i’m not really close to my family, so i’ve always believed in the “my family is the one’s i choose, not necessarily the one’s i’m blood-related to” :) 

(8) Piglet has always been my fave, but Eeyore and Lumpy are also great. do you have any favorite characters or ones that mean a lot to you? and that's really cool too!! I know being mixed can get super complicated but knowing you have all of those cultures in you in some way is pretty amazing. Honestly I've been undecided for the past 2 years but after everything going on in 2020, I've felt this need to release the truth? no matter what that may be. I know a lot of people say journalism 

(9) isn't an honest profession but, and this will sound arrogant, I want to change that. Even if that just means me being an independent journalist while being an editor to make a living, I'm okay with that. Also it can give you the opportunity to travel, and writing has always been my strong suit. socio is so I can have a better understanding of the world and learn to be less biased and more objective and understanding. What about you? :O

my favorite Disney character is honestly Tiana from Princess and the Frog! her hard-working story is hella relatable to me, and it inspired me to be better for myself if that makes sense? 

TBH the most annoying part of being mixed is being called eXoTiC by guys who are tryna sleep with me 💀 there’s definitely a lot of fetishization about it lol

i hella respect that! the need to release the truth. journalism is honestly a raw and authentic profession that people underestimate because they read from biased sources or the things they read isn’t accurate. i have mad respect for you for following that career path! if there’s anything i could do to help, lmk love 💖 TBH, i chose business because i wanted to open my own business and i love psych because i love understanding the world and the people in my lives. psycho-analysing is one of my hobbies hehe. so similar as to why you did socio!

(10) and yes!!!! tbh I've always liked theatre but was never really one for the stage. I was in a child friendly version of macbeth in 6th grade and that was it lol. In my senior year of high school I performed a slam poem about my depression and my teacher called me emotionally constipated lmaoo. and because of how hs went down for me I never got to take classes anyway. I started getting into sfx/film makeup though and I really want to do that! I also just love the energy of backstage tbh

(11) this is getting really long akfdjh. but yeah I want to learn more! I'm actually kind of struggling in my stage management class right now because I honestly don't know much about theatre so it's overwhelming. I haven't even seen a lot of shows (I did see The Lion King when I was a kid though!! and a few hs productions). enough about me though, what's your favorite part, or what are some of your best memories? I love seeing that it makes you so happy :D

omg i’m so sorry that your teacher called you that. that’s so inappropriate, especially considering the subject matter. i hope that you’ve had a more positive experience involving your work since then. if you ever want to talk about your struggle, please feel free to reach out, ok? 

you must be pretty talented with makeup though! that’s so cool 🤩 i’ve always admired sfx and people who are talented with makeup tbh. what’s your favorite part about it so far? 

i was fortunate enough that my hs had a super talented theatre program that i could be a part of. i had the opportunity to be in both tech, management, and on-stage. i honestly really enjoyed being behind-the-scenes in the management part! it was so great seeing a production from start to finish and knowing that i was involved with that process. i’m a huge theatre nerd tbh 😅 i love watching shows like Phantom of the Opera, Hamilton, RENT and I’ll routinely watch them haha. 

[alilcherrysramblings]

What is Nezha like in your au’s?

Okay, let’s go through all these AUs I have…

Altered Destinies:

Basically his OG counterpart.

Phantom of the Opera:

Wukong’s friend and chief of police (finally, thought of a role for him! :D) he’s also like MK’s uncle

Overlords AU:

Like his OG counterpart, but a bit more willing to help the protagonists out with stopping the now reborn overlords.

The Darkest Remnants AU:

One of the leaders of the group that go to break the test subjects out of the lab controlled by LBD (I know I haven’t made a post about this yet, but I will eventually)

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Can you tell me something about your Phantom of the Opera AU :) Is it going to be dark ? Does Macaque just use MK or does he really care about him ? What about other characters such as Nezha

Of course! With Macaque, in a dark sense, he does care for MK. He’s a platonic yandere of sorts, which I love writing and reading about. There’s also a dose of delusion too. Macaque feels like he’s the only one who can protect and care for MK. And he’s not going to let anyone else get in the way.

Oh and, don’t worry, it’s going to be VERY dark :). Let’s just say Macaque isn’t going to take Wukong or anyone else getting in the way of his “son’s” success kindly.

As for other characters like Nezha that you mentioned, I do want to incorporate them into the AU in some way. Perhaps not a large role, but I do want them to be included.

Thank you for asking! Have a wonderful day/afternoon/evening/night!

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Did Phantom!Macaque ever force MK to do something ?

Other than attempting to force him to stay with him forever, no not really.

[alilcherrysramblings]

Phantom of the opera. How was MK before meeting Macaque and how is he after ?

MK was definitely less traumatized 😃👍