Erik x Reader (One shots/ Scenarios)

How you meet

Requested by singerandmaybewriter
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   I've known the famous Christine Daaé since we were small. We had a friend trio, it was her, Raoul, and I. Christine and Raoul were closer but that never bothered me, in fact, I found it quite cute. Recently, I've heard news of her being in the new opera. The thing is... I haven't seen her since we were small. Perhaps, she'll still remember me? Those questions are about to be answered.

   The opera house looks so much bigger up close! It's so cool to see all the intricate details of the architecture. Life has been busy for me so I just never took the time to really see the opera house. Obviously, that was a mistake. If only I came sooner, I would've realized how beautiful this building is.

   People are basically everywhere in this place. Every place I look someone is doing something. Too bad I don't know directions. I ask one man close to me for help.

   "Good day, sir. May you point me in the direction of Christine Daaé?"

   He looks a bit flabbergasted at that question but shrugs it off. He had a look that basically said, 'How dare you not know where to go. Why bother me?' Or, maybe, I'm overthinking. Which is a big possibility.

   "She would be in that direction, over there. The dressing rooms." His gloved hand points to a hallway far away, it is not possible to see what it looks like from. I quickly thank the man and I run off that way. Having another interaction like that is not on the cards for me. Oh what am I kidding, he was nice... probably.

   The hallway the man pointed to is beautiful just in itself. Is every place in this building like this? I hope so! Too bad all the doors look the same. Gladly, there are names on the doors. I read each one, not recognizing a single name. Then, there is a sharp turn into another hallway filled with more doors. Soon enough, I see the name 'Christine Daaé' for the largest room. How fancy.

   I enter to see a stunning room. There is a giant mirror facing the door which catches my attention. It's quite big, isn't it? Do you really need a mirror that big?

   I walk around to see the furniture in this room. I can't imagine spilling anything in this room, that would be awful. The closet door is ajar which makes me curious. Upon opening it there are so many different outfits and wigs! I wonder what it's like to be prima donna? Must be fabulous.

   I decide it's probably best not to look around. Christine isn't even here right now, I shouldn't go through her stuff without her permission. Eventually, I make my way over to the loveseat and I sit down.

   The noise of a door locking quickly alerts me. I jolt up and go to the door to open it. And... it won't! Did I lock it by accident? There's no way I've could've done that! Suddenly, a dark feeling is cast over the room. The giant mirror I was looking at earlier begins to open. What the hell..?

   A man steps out, all dressed in black. A white mask is the only thing that pops out. His words feel drawn out , like he's being cautious of every word he says.

   "Who are you?"

   Yikes, am I in trouble? I gulp a bit before speaking. My mouth seems to go dry, "My name is (Y/N). And who are you?"

   His yellow gaze seems to go right through me. He almost looks angry but he's keeping his temper in check.

"My name is of no concern of yours. The issue here is that you are not Christine, and this is her room."

   A awkward chuckle escapes me, "Oh, I know. Uh, well, I was a friend of hers when we were young. I haven't seen her in so long so I wanted to see her again."

   The man rolls his eyes, "Oh, don't tell me. Another Raoul de Chagny?"

   My face lights up which makes him look even more annoyed. I speak almost hopefully, "Do you know him? I was also friends with him! It would be great to se him again, too."

   He looks very irate now, what did I do? His voice seems to boom from every corner of the room, "Leave my presence! Leave my opera house! Never come back!"

   And just like that I turn around and do what he says. It's odd though, it feels like I don't have control of my body while doing so. Also, his opera house...? Now, I know for a fact that was not one of the managers.

   Once I run out the room I bump right into Christine. She looks startled, "(Y/N)..? Oh my goodness! It's wonderful to see you again. But, I must ask... did you hear a voice in my room?"

   I smile when I see her. But, her face looks so frightened so my happiness quickly fades away. I nod, "More than a voice though. A man! He entered through the mirror. Do you know him?"

   My statement frightens her even more. She looks in every direction before looking back at me. She speaks in a hushed voice, "You mean you saw the angel of music? Even I haven't seen him! I... I thought my father brought him only for me."

   Now, I'm confused. Then I suddenly do remember her father, Gustave, telling her tales of an angel to come whenever he passes. Wasn't that just to calm her down though? I whisper back, even though I don't know why.

   "He didn't look like much of an angel to me. Just a man, a man dressed in all black. Except... he adorned a white mask upon his face."

   Her eyes widen, "The Phantom of the Opera..."

   "What?! Who's that?"

   She looks terrified, "(Y/N), please go. I beg of you! We shall meet again, just not here. Please, never come back to this opera house. It is dangerous!"

   Before I know it she's pushing me down the hallway. I am utterly confused. What in the world is she talking about? Once I turn around I see she has run into the her dressing room. What about that strange man? Oh well, I follow her orders. I leave the opera house just like she asked. But, I have a feeling this won't be the last time I see this place...