I skipped through the muddy allotment with soil on my hands and on my short, baby blue dress, the two french braids swaying every step I took. suddenly I heard crying. I couldn't bear the thought of anyone being sad. it pained me to think that someone on this earth was miserable.
I peered through the gate and saw a man next to a rose bush, crying. he was mumbling something, but I couldn't make it out. I walked to the man's allotment gate and walked over to him. I sat down and asked:
"est-ce queue ca va? (are you okay?)"
" non, madame, my rose bush, it is dying. my roses are so important to me."
" here, let me help you."
I helped the man stand up and I put on my gardening gloves and pulled my sketchpad out of my basket.
" here, I have a list of things you must do to keep them alive," I said as I flipped through
I read them out one by one.
"have you fertilized them?"
"yes."
"deadheaded them"
"mhmm"
"do you measure the amount of water?"
"yes, I do"
"Oh. usually, that catches people off guard"
the man hung his head low. I noticed a tear escape his eye.
"ah!" the man's head shot up once I spoke. " I have a special spray for my roses. I will get it from my shed."
"thank you, Mrs..."
"y/n. y/n y/l/n"
"thank you, y/n"
"no problem monsuier"
"Please, call me Erik."
"Okay, Erik."
I skipped off to get the spray and a few minutes later, I returned.
"thank you again, y/n" he smiled
"come, we will tend to your roses"
I walked over to the roses and sprayed the roots with the spray
"here, I will give you my other bottle."
I passed him the small, dirty bottle
" give them 2 sprays of this every day, and they will heal In about a month"
"alright"
"well, I will be back tomorrow."
I walked back to the gate
"y/n?"
"yes?"
"thank you very much, I don't know how to repay you."
"oh, you needn't."
I left and skipped my way back to my allotment
~time skip~(next morning)
I awoke to the sound of knocking at my door.
I pulled on my night robe and walked to the door
I answered the door and a mailman appeared.
"madame, ceci est pour vous" (Mrs, this is for you)"
"merci"
I closed the door and opened the letter.
dear y/n
thank you for your help in restoring my roses to health. I don't know how I can repay you, but I hope this will suffice
Erik
inside the parchment was a gorgeous rose, its color a dark crimson.
how the hell did he find my adress.
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phantom of the opera x reader oneshots
Fanfictiona bunch of really short oneshots about the phantom! i made these about 3 years ago, so they are not the best, and you will definitely cringe at times (my apologies). enjoy!