✯𝑇𝐶𝐵✯

Omg tysm for the request!!! <3<3<3 I haven't written in a while so I'm not sure if it's any good. Also perfect timing because I am sick and it sucks.

(Ignore the fact that I have meen m.i.a for months 😅🫢😓)

Pairing: Erik The Phantom x fem!reader(can be read as gender neutral but there are a few uses of typically fem. terms of endearment)

Warnings: illness(?)

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Your mind humms awake after a long dreamless slumber. Your body feels heavy. You can hear Erik at his organ but every note he taps seems to amplify the growing pain in your head. You attempt to open your eyes but immediately shut them once the bright blinding light hits them. You slowly pull yourself up into a siting position-

𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵! 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴? 𝘌𝘳𝘪𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘶𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘵!

Today was the day you and Erik were going to finally leave his dark abode and have a romantic picnic near the Seine. It was something that you had been anticipating for months and maybe even years! No doubt Erik will be in a mood when he hears. Looking into your mirror you look a ghastly version of yourself. Your try and brush out the wires of your hair but you still seem a fright.

Quietly shuffling over to the organ in your flowing night dress, you hope Erik doesn't hear you aproach. 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴.

"[Name], mon coer! Your awake! Are you ready for this afternoon, I- oh dear your looking a bit dull, do you feel alright?."

"What? What are you on about? I feel fine! Of course im alright!" You protest and try to hold back a nasty cough.

"Hmm..." Erik holds a hand to your forehead before you can flinch away. "My dear your burning up! Your are most definitely ill. Why did you lie to me?"

Taking his words as anger; you start to get worried that you have upset him, and worse that you've ruined your afternoon together.

"I'm sorry Erik! I didn't mean to! I'm really not all that sick we can still go outside, I promise!" You plead to him and grab his hand that was once resting on your head.

"Darling what's there to be sorry for? You are sick and we must take care of you."

"But I feel fine!"

"I'll have none of that now back to bed, I'll be right there." You begrudgingly trud back to bed accompanied by a sneeze and a cough.

Happy to be back in the warmth of your quilt, but still saddened about your soiled plans; you await Erik's return. Ayesha mewls over towards you and finds comfort in your lap. Soon enough your eyes begin to droop and you find yourself nodding to sleep.

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You awake not long after to the feel of soft hands on your own. A fruity smell fills your nose and Erik hands you a cup of herbal tea.

"Here, drink this, sweetness."

The warm orange liquid helps to ease your aches and calm your mood. Then you take a few vitamins and enjoy a bowl of soup.

"I know you are saddened about this afternoon but please don't be. I am perfectly content to care for you right now. Besides we always have next time." Once your soup and tea is finished, Erik kisses your forehead and gets up to close the curtain that wraps around the bed. Then he goes to blow out the light and comes to cozy up with you in bed. He wraps his arm round you and sets his head between your neck. You carefully take his mask off and place it on the bedside table.

"...Erik?"

"Yes?"

"Would you sing for me?" Nothing ever seemed to soothe your pains more than Erik's singing.

"Of course, cheri. Any requests?"

"My favorite please."

And you begin to fall asleep again as Erik's soothing voice sings 'The Music of the Night'; but this time your sleep is filled with the wonderful dream of you and your phantom enjoying a picnic by the river.

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𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬:

*not my gif*

------------------------------------------------------- You were very lucky, that you, a 3rd class non educated girl could live and work in the amazing: Opera Populaire. You were not a star , by any means. You always got the small roles, and were lucky if you got one line of song. But you didn't mind, being a prima Donna didn't appeal to you and you enjoyed the simple life. You were also very lucky that you didn't have to sleep in a rat infested , dusty room on a broken bed with 20 other mademoiselles. You had been best friends with Meg Giry ever since you arrived at the Opera Populaire, and therefore got to be her roommate.

One day you were getting ready to sleep and you had one of the songs from the upcoming opera in your head. So you started to sing it , not very loud but loud enough that the dude in the walls could hear you

Erik thought it was definitely Christine , who else could have such a beautiful voice. But as he payed more attention he noticed that there was something about the voice that was different from Christine's, dare he say better.

He was in a state of panic for almost a week, he was utterly confused , he had never felt this way for anyone but Christine and he hadn't even seen you. He wanted to meet you, to see you, to hear you. But no- that's silly , how could he forget his muse, his Christine. When he watched one of the rehearsal performances , he saw you. He knew it was you. You were talking to meg about something , you were beautiful, but it was a different kind of beauty from the one Christine had. It was more of a effortless , simple yet elegant pretty. Instead of the in your face glamour of Christine. He knew no one but you could look that sweet. And eventually he stopped seeing Christine as much , although he still did in a effort to get you out of his mind.

His suspicions were confirmed that it was you when you sang your single line in the performance, it was short, but it was the same melodic voice he had heard before.

After that he really couldn't stop thinking about you. And he unknowingly forgot all about Christine, she had simply faded into the background and didn't even come close to you. He hadn't heard enough of your voice. He needed to see your face again. Why did you only have one line? Did someone think you were not good enough?!

Not long after, Erik decided to grow a pair and face you, well er more like write you a thousand letters expressing his fondness.

Every day, after practice you would go to the room you shared with meg and would find a letter under your blanket. It always had the same seal, a Red skull. Meg thought it was scary but you thought it was just extravagant. And everyday you would read Erik's anonymous letters and swoon, they were filled with poems, songs and stories. He told you of how he is enamoured with your voice and thought your beauty was beyond that of any prima Donna. He said he wished to see you, to hold you but he was scared. He knew you would get scared and try to run away, just like Christine had when she first saw his face. but what you didn't understand why he was writting to you. You weren't anything special, you couldn't belt your voice like Carlotta, have the looks of Christine or dance like meg. You didn't even know who was writting the letters.Meg had her theories of course (she always does), that it was the phantom of the opera, simply because her mother received a letter with a similar stamp, but you just ignored her, after all if a gohst was writting you letters wouldn't they have been a bit more threatening, or at least frightening?

Well you were proved dead wrong when Erik acctually grew a pair and went to finally meet you. He was beyond scared but he knew hiding would not do anything, and strangely he felt as though you would not judge him. But that was just a silly little thought , how could you not? He was a monster after all, and you were a flower.

One night when you were trying to fall asleep , key word trying, you saw someone slip something under the door. You quietly got out of bed and tiptoed to the door as to not wake meg in her slumber. It was a letter! But you had already gotten yours for the day, and it had never showed up anywhere besides your bed, put it bared the same seal so it must have been from him. You quickly opened the door to catch a glimpse long awaited suitor. But no one was there.You looked down to see the letter and read it.

"meet me on the roof in 10 minutes" ♡︎ - O.G

Wait a minute. O.G? The writer had never signed his name, who on earth could O- O.G? OPERA GOHST? AS IN THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA?!?!?

You had to keep yourself from screaming. Meg was right. It was him. And for whatever dumbass reason, you decided to go see him. After all , those stories could have been terrible lies. Or it wasn't the gohst at all and they just wanted to scare you. After all how could a phantom write such beautiful letters and speak with such kindness? You grabbed your shawl to cover up your night dress , you could at least try and look somewhat modest. You checked to see if meg had woken up but she was still out like a light. And you climbed the staircase to the roof.

It was snowing, why hadn't you put on a cover up or a robe? Hopefully you wouldnt be out here too long. Besides it being insanely cold, you could not see anyone else with you. The roof was empty, had you been stood up? Suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder and turned with a slight scream to see him, it was the phantom of the opera.

He wore almost all black besides his shirt and had a long black cloak and dark gloves. His face was partially covered with a porcelain mask and you would have ran and screamed for help if it wouldnt have been for the kindness you found in his eyes and smile. He looked relived but scared, he was worried he had gone too far, that you would scream bloody murder, slap him or start crying. But you did something he did not expect.

You hugged him.