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klausscrimshaw:

Part 1 of Gaston Leroux’s Phantom of the Opera last chapter : “La fin des amours du fantôme” (“The end of the ghost’s love story”)

Adapted by me (more is to come, I intend to do the whole chapter, until “Erik is dead”)

yellowfeather84:

She was in the window of their bedroom, watching out to wave to them as they rode past, her hairbrush in her hand. Her hair was standing out in a great curly swash round her head, and the early-morning sun caught in it like flames in a thornbush.

A Breath Of Snow And Ashes

Jamie looking up at Claire

requested by @gotham-ruaidh

coachluva:

glassprism:

_{Anonymous requested –> Favorite ‘Final Lair’ Kisses}

_{(Okay this is more like “favorite stuff that happens between or after the kisses”.)}

_{Colm Wilkinson and Patti Cohenour (chest leaning!)}

_{Ian Jon Bourg and Colby Thomas (fierce kisses!)}

_{Sandor Sasvari and Andrea Maho (tenderness to passion!)}

_{Earl Carpenter and Rachel Barrell (hair touching!)}

_{John Cudia and Jennifer Hope Wills (E/C extreme makeout version!)}

_{Ramin Karimloo and Leila Benn Harris (handholding!)}

_{David Shannon and Gina Beck (lip touching!)}

_{Hugh Panaro and Trista Moldovan (head cradling!)}

_{Ivan Ozhogin and Tamara Kotova (desperate shirt clutching!)}

_{Mathias Edenborn and Daniela Braun (”I’m dragging him down with me”)}

The noise I made was inhUMAN

maryamorvena:

Wintersong by @sjaejoneswriter

“I am not afraid of you,” I said quietly.
“Oh?” The Goblin King lifted his head. “I am the Lord of Mischief, the Ruler Underground,” he said, mismatched eyes glinting. “I am wildness and madness made flesh. You’re just a girl”—he smiled, and the tips of his teeth were sharp—“and I am the wolf in the woods.”
Just a girl. Just a maiden. But I wasn’t just a girl; I was the Goblin Queen. I was his Goblin Queen, and I wasn’t afraid of the wolf, that untamable wildness that could tear me limb from limb and bathe itself in my blood.
I walked toward the klavier and sat down on the bench beside him. The Goblin King’s eyes flashed with surprise, pleasure, and not a little wariness.
“I may be just a maiden, mein Herr,” I whispered. “But I am a brave maiden.”