Erik x Reader (One shots/ Scenarios)

A Cold Day (Fluff)

Spending the day with the phantom can sometimes be difficult. Well, depends on the day. Usually though, he's a difficult man to make plans around. That's why I find myself feeling so lucky to be able to spend the day with him today. Neither one of us are busy with any work, and he finally agreed to let me plan the day. He's lucky that I don't like to do much. I can't miss a wonderful chance such as this though, so I anxiously ask him if he'd like to go to the marketplace with me.

He's silent for a few seconds with a blank expression until finally he speaks, "I suppose that's fine. I have to pick up some things there anyway."

   Success!

   I'm honestly very excited to be going with him. I've always wanted to walk around while holding his hand, just enjoying each other's company outside. Too bad it doesn't go exactly how I planned it would...!

   The first few minutes were very nice, I kept close to his side as we walked around; doing my best to avoid the cold. I soon realize he's really just here to get what he needs and leave as soon as possible. His hand leaves mine as he searches through the stalls, keeping his face down to avoid much eye contact with anyone. He's quite fast, even while just browsing, so I have to constantly run up beside him to not lose sight of him.

   My arms wrap around myself as a shiver goes down my spine, this is really going as I thought it would. After a bit, I eventually start doing my own thing, well more like using the marketplace for its intended purpose: to buy items!

   Nothing much really catches my eye though, so my eyes wander back to where Erik is most of the time. At least he actually has bought some things, I'm really just standing here at this point.

   An idea crosses my mind, how would this opera ghost react to something almost as cold as him? A low chuckle escapes my lips as I lean down, grabbing a fistful of snow in the process. He hasn't spoken and not even looked at me the entire time we've been here, so I'm not worried about him noticing my evil plans. My hands pack the snow tightly to create an almost perfect sphere, and that means it's perfect for throwing.

   I wait a few minutes and follow behind Erik, just to see he has truly not noticed. I don't think I've ever this opera ghost so oblivious before, it's remarkable. Eventually, I stop walking so he can walk a few feet ahead of me. A sly grin passes upon my face, time for a little revenge for leaving me to my lonesome.

   The snowball flies through the air and hits him directly in the back of his head. Perfect shot!

   He whips around faster than I've ever seen him do before. His furious eyes scan the surrounding area searching for the culprit, but his face soon relaxes once he catches sight of me doubling over in laughter.

   "My lovely (Y/N)... this was your doing?" His empty hand feels the back of his head, no doubt the snow slid down his back underneath his cloak. Then, he softly drops his bags of newly bought items into the snow and begins to create a snowball of his own. "You shall now feel the wrath of this freezing ghost." He looks up to me slightly, a mischievous grin on his face.

   My brain doesn't seem to process his movements until it's too late, his snowball hits me right in the shoulder. Then, a delighted laugh leaves me and I quickly lean over to make more snowballs. As I do that he does the same, it's not long before a snowball fight erupts between the two of us. We hide behind trees, poles, benches, and whatever is around us to escape the chilly consequence of getting hit.

   It may be freezing out here but seeing his smile warms my heart. It's been awhile since I've seen him this happy, I'm glad I was able to make him like this. He begins to laugh as he dodges another one of my sad attempts to get him once again. His laugh causes me to stop to enjoy it, it's so nice being able to hear his genuine laughter. In my frozen state he throws another snowball at me and it hits me right in the middle of my face. The shock of sudden frigid temperatures hitting my face and blocking my view knocks me backwards, right into the chilly snow.

   He races over and gives me his hand to help me stand back up. He looks incredibly worried until a burst of giggles escape me. It seems it's contagious because only a few seconds after does his giggles meet mine. He recovers quicker than I do though and helps wipe some snow off my clothes, "Alright, how about we return home now?"

   Through my laughter I'm able to agree to that so he holds onto my hand. He leans down to grab his bag of items and we head back down to his lair. It's wonderful being back inside, now perhaps I can finally feel some warmth...well maybe if it wasn't so damn cold down here.

   I change out of my wet clothes and exchange them for much warmer and drier casual wear. I lay in bed, wrapping the blankets around me tightly. Erik walks around, putting his new things up in the places they need to be. It seems he's right about to go back to work at his organ, but I call him over before he can.

   He's about to ask what I called him for but I just pat the spot next to me in bed. He sighs, "Well...perhaps a bit of a break won't be an issue."

   He lays down next to me, wrapping his arms around me which makes me even warmer. It may be chilly down here but thankfully I have ways to manage. Surprisingly, he asks me to read to him so I do. There's a book on the nightstand next to us so I grab that and begin at the chapter we last left off on. I've read to him a few times before but usually we're both pretty busy or tired so we haven't gotten too far in the book yet.

   There's a part in the chapter that causes me to stop in disbelief, "Can you believe he said that, Erik?"
He doesn't say anything back so I look down at him confused, "Erik?"
Erik is currently laying his head on my arm, fast asleep. It's so nice seeing him so peaceful, I wish he slept more often.

   I set down the book from where it originally was on the nightstand and I slowly lean back, carefully placing his head on his pillow. He doesn't even move as I kiss his forehead, "Sleep well, hun."
When he gets up I'll have to thank him for keeping me warm and safe during these cold days.