Ilona Roche, a young contralto, daughter of a prostitute turned Madam, has become a star of the Paris Opera. Some say her mother is sending the best whores from Austria-Hungary to satisfy the music directors, others say she whored herself out for them herself, while the most superstitious of the company have wondered if she was the mistress of the infamous Opera Ghost himself.
In reality, Ilona is the daughter of the Opera Ghost, Erik. She is beloved by her mother and more or less tolerated by her reclusive, and mad, father. Her father's interest in her only extends to her musical talent and her ability to stir rumors of the Phantom to instill fear in the members of the company.
(This is basically going to be a cluster-f*ck of all the Phantom canons I choose to pull from. So expect Leroux, Webber, Chaney, and hell even a dab Phantom of the Paradise.)
4 Kapitel Abgeschlossene Geschichte Erwachseneninhalt
4 Kapitel
Abgeschlossene Geschichte
Erwachseneninhalt
Raoul's older sibling returns to Paris and is instantly fascinated by the Phantom, Erik in turn is just annoyed to have one more de Chagny in the picture. So they go for a hunt, each with their own motives. It turns out differently as each of them expected.
This story begins at the end, kinda.
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This is an older story of mine I overhauled and therefore already finished!
Rating: NC-17 hetero
Genre: Romance
Pairing: E/OC
Words: around 10'000
Status: Complete
Warnings:
Wild mix of all the phantom-verses, mainly Kay and definitely AU
A lot of OOC'ness from Raoul's and Philippe's part (even if we never see him in persona). The Persian too and Erik...
Oh heck, Erik... Erik is just my version Erik.
Means, he's a medley of all the Eriks/Phantoms I know in literature, films, musicals mixed with a good brush of my own dirty, insane, phantasies and memories.
But, he always looks like Leroux/Kay Erik, only his eyes just reflect in the dusty light of darkness and seem to be yellow-cattish; in peaceful daylight they're from the color like of the midnight-sky, with golden sparkles, like falling stardust...
With this I bid you goodbye and let you read...