Ramin Karimloo imagines and one-shots

Imagine #7

I walked into Ramin's trailer to find him sitting at the pull-out table, staring at a Funko Pop! that looked a lot like the Phantom. 

"Is that...?" I asked, not being able to finish my thought.

He glanced up at me and smiled. 

"It sure is."

I sat down across from him and observed the tiny version of the Phantom. 

"It's so cute," I gushed. "Where did you get this?"

"I bought it," he replied. "I figured you could hold onto this while I'm away so that I'll be with you wherever you go."

I was touched at his thought and took it in my hands. 

"Does he sing?" I asked playfully.

"Yep," Ramin nodded. "Would you like to hear?"

"Sure," I chuckled. "Show me what you got, little Erik."

I focused in on the bobblehead while Ramin cleared his throat and sang the Phantom's part from the titular song. 

Once he finished, I clapped lightly and said, "Bravo, Erik. You sound just like Ramin."

He laughed and took my hand in his, pressing a kiss to my knuckles. 

"I think he'll keep you company," he muttered softly. "Just picture my voice whenever you look at him."

"It's kind of hard not to when I'm married to you," I joked. "Unless Gerard pops into my head."

Ramin pretended to look offended and said, "I thought I was your 'Angel of Music'."

I stood up and shrugged teasingly. 

"Tastes can change," I replied with a vague tone.

He got up as well, then turned me around and pulled me into his chest. 

I tried to squirm out of his grasp, but his strong arms kept me in place, so I eventually gave up. 

"I highly doubt that," he whispered. "I know you love my voice."

His playful tone made me giggle like a little girl, and I buried my face into the crook of his neck. 

He laughed at my reaction and kissed the top of my head. 

"That's what I thought," he mumbled into my hair.