Bucky x Suicidal! Reader by katcraft455, literature
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Bucky x Suicidal! Reader
(Name) groaned as her alarm went off. She didn’t have the will to get up. She didn’t have the longing to do anything. S.H.E.I.L.D. was expecting her to come in today, but she couldn’t force herself to do it today. She couldn’t take it anymore, all the fighting between the Avengers, and all the jokes Tony made. Even though she knew he was kidding, it cut deep. Just like her knives. (Name) reached for her phone, as the rain splattered on the window angrily.
“Hello?” Agent Hills voice came over the phone. “Agent Hill. It’s Agent (Last name). I’m calling in sick,&rdqu
The Phantom's Student Chapter 2 by Edhelin, literature
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The Phantom's Student Chapter 2
Chapter 2
All throughout the following day you thought about the mysterious man you met, the Phantom of the Opera. You dared not talk to anyone about him. People would either be worried about you or find you crazy; your friends included. Instead, you smiled all day, remembering the glorious music you heard last night. You also remembered how well you sang with his music. It was kind of nice to hear your voice like that, and perhaps with the Phantom's help, you could hear it again. The rest of the day went by quickly as you excitedly waited for the night to arrive.
That night, when you were sure that everyone in the room was asleep, you slip
The Phantom's Student Phantom(Erik) X Reader by Edhelin, literature
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The Phantom's Student Phantom(Erik) X Reader
The Phantom's Student
Phantom(Erik) X Reader
Chapter 1
If you had to describe yourself, you would say that you were just one of the many ballerina girls who lived in the Opera Popular dormitories. You had only a few people you would call friends, but you were pretty content with that. Singing had always been something you loved, but you usually sang quietly. This led some people to give you the nickname “Opera Mouse.”
The evening started like many others; after supper, you and Christine went down to the Chapel. While Christine would light a candle for her father, you simply sat beside her and enjoyed the peace and quiet.
R
erik x reader | magister. by withinyoureyes, literature
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erik x reader | magister.
please listen to this while reading this piece !
♚Slowly, gently night unfolds its splendor,
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
Pipes from the organ roar as he sets out orchestrating and polishing the notes for his next enchanting piece. The tip of his quill dances across the thick golden parchment that was pushed against the music stand as he makes an edit in the tune, the shoulders scratching against the texture as the slit bleeds black, glossy ink, while the light vanes and barb kiss and skim against his leather hand. His vigorous gaze was set reverently on the staff of his music sheet, which seemed be misaligned with clefs a
Phantom x Reader by Catherinegreenapple3, literature
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Phantom x Reader
Reader x Erik (Phantom) Dark waltz
You have been working in the theatre for years learning about music, drama and passion so the situations with the ghost were not new to you; ever since you were a child he had haunted the opera house however you didn’t pay attention to it. You were the pianist and an amazing one at that you didn’t rely on your eyes to play but the music itself, the way it lightly dips and raises was enchanting. Music to put it bluntly was your life. But no one ever acknowledges the pianist it was always about the prima donna, the lead opera singer, but you didn’t mind you were used to nobody seeing you.
Phantom of the Opera x Reader ~ Finding a Friend by RandmWriter, literature
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Phantom of the Opera x Reader ~ Finding a Friend
"ERRIIIIKK!" (Name) yelled from the living room for the umpteenth time.
She groaned in frustration as the soft melody of Pachabell's "Canon in D" - wafting in from the masked man's room - didn't so much as waver at her call.
Bloody friking typical.
If anyone were to ask, she could say with complete and utter confidence, that though the virtuoso had spent half of his time in the 21st century doing what any man-out-of-time would - which was getting confused over new things - the other half of his time was not for eating, sleeping, or staring outside the window with a haunted look in his eyes. Quite literally fifty percent of his wakin
The Phantom of the Opera -x- Reader Part 2 by 123Ekaterina, literature
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The Phantom of the Opera -x- Reader Part 2
The Phantom of the Opera (Angel of Music) Part 2
His grip was incredibly strong. His voice was beyond terrifying. His eyes were shining in the darkness as he dragged you down to the dungeons of the Opera House. You wished you had never ran away. You wished for his usually kind and gentle voice to speak the words of forgiveness. Instead, they came out as a rolling thunder of rage.
“After all I’ve done for you!” He roared turning around to look at you, but you could see nothing in this pitch darkness, not even his disfigured face, just his yellow threatening eyes. How he could see was beyond your comprehension.
“After
Phantom of the opera -x- reader by 123Ekaterina, literature
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Phantom of the opera -x- reader
A/N: just a few notes for any Phantom lovers. I am combining the musical version of the phantom with the book version of the phantom. I feel like he is more yandere in the book, but he will have all the grace of the Phantom in the musical. Enjoy. Also, if you haven’t seen Phantom of the opera, i highly advise it. Start off with “The Phantom of the Opera at the Royal Albert Hall.” It’s available on netflix. Do NOT start off with the Gerard Butler version. He has no voice.
P.S. the Phantom is a ventriloquist like in the book.
The streets of Paris were always the same at this time of year: cold, wet, and empty. This is
Phantom of the Opera x Reader: Wept Away by TrustyKi, literature
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Phantom of the Opera x Reader: Wept Away
You were hidden; shrouded within the shadows whilst your sister shone like the stars, captivating all who saw, claiming the spotlight that she always craved. You, however, were quite the opposite to your dear sister, Christine. In your spare time you read whilst she danced, drew whilst she gossiped and sewed whilst she sang.
Times were dull as one of the Populaire’s costume designers, the sheer effort to impress not only the directors, but also the participants and the audience left very little room for fault. Not to mention the aggravating critique from that of Carlotta; one of the many reasons you currently lack in costume staff. Tho