Erik x Reader (One shots/ Scenarios)

Erik x Mute! Reader Part Two

Part two requested by: saahhx
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   About a month ago I came here searching for a job at the Opera Populaire...and luckily got it! I can't speak so obviously singing isn't what I do. They won't allow me on the stage because of this so I stay back. Backstage is better for me anyway. My job making costumes isn't so bad, in fact it's quite fun. The nicer actors do like to talk to me, they're patient enough to wait for me to write what I want to say. Not everyone is so nice though...

   Making costumes is a lot of fun but I also design costumes. The only trouble is the designers don't particularly care to take the time to see my sketches and ideas, the only reason they put up with me is because I can't talk back. They give me an order and I do it, that's that. It's a little frustrating sometimes but having a job here is still amazing. Not everyone things the same though.

   The opera ghost still runs around causing trouble. I haven't seen him personally since the last time I saw him. Maybe he's just too embarrassed to face me after our embarrassing first meeting.

   I honestly enjoy his ghostly presence. His demands and threats are quite funny. He only seems to target the more unwelcoming people of this opera house which I have no issues with. Besides, it's not like he's going to hurt anybody. Right?

I sit backstage watching everyone run by getting things ready, the performance is tomorrow but everyone is running frantically like it's tonight. I don't have anything to do so I wander backstage, no one even notices my absence.

As I walk through the empty halls I make a dance of each step I take. The busy voices in the other room drown out while my mind is busy with the way I move through the air. Something makes me stop though. Out of the corner of my eye I see a dark figure, my movements stop so perhaps I can understand what I'm looking at. The eyes seem to glow in the dark, like a predator inspecting its prey from afar getting ready to pounce.

I'm my fear I stay frozen, running seems like the only option. To see if I even have a chance I take a step back, when I do it steps forward. Our eye contact doesn't break at all. Eventually, the figure steps forward into the light and I see it's the opera ghost. He notices me let out a small sigh of relief, that makes him perplexed.

"What makes you think you have escaped from any danger, you clodpate?"

The insult makes me silently giggle which just confuses him more. I take out my notebook and write, "You didn't kill me last time we met, I think I have a chance of survival, you doddypoll."

He seems a bit apprehensive to approach but he does so he can read what I said. He rereads it a couple times in disbelief.

"Insulting me? You must have a death wish."

My shoulders shrug while I write a bit more, "You're as dangerous as a teddy bear."

Surprisingly, that seems to shock him more. He sucks in his breath anxiously, "Do you not know the things I have done?"

His voice weaken as he says that, he seems to be thinking very deeply about whatever is on his mind. I quickly write, "I do, but after meeting you I don't think you truly did them. They're just rumors. I think you're using the false claims as a chance to look scarier than you are."

He looks even more shocked from that. His hands clench and unclench nervously a few times. The ghost decides to change the subject, "Do you know sigh language?"

Now it's my turn to be shocked. Quickly a smile comes across my face as I put away my notebook. I sign instead, "I do. I use it with all my friends and family. You do too?"

He smiles with a nod, "Yes, I understand it. I don't really ever use it but I know what you're saying. I'm sure it's easier than writing everything."

My smile widens with a nod, I knew I was right about him. He moves his weight from one foot to the other as he goes silent again, he goes deep in thought quite often. Then, he brings his hand towards me, "Come."

I'm not sure what happens to me but my head feels light, like it's floating in the clouds. I can't help but listen to him while his voice surrounds me. He takes my hand and begins to pull us into the darkness of the shadows. He elegantly presses an unseen button on the wall, it opens up revealing an eerie passageway. The wall closes behind us, neither of us look back. Forward is the only way.

His enchanting voice swirls around me one more, "Follow me into the calming tenebrosity of my halls. Almost as silent as you."

My hand squeezes his in a way to let him know he's allowed to take me anywhere he pleases. The walk there is quiet except for the sounds of our footsteps and the occasional squeak of a rat. We go down, so far down. It was unknown to me that it was even possible to come down this far into the earth.

We don't stop our pace until he brings me to the location he wanted. My eyes widen in wonder at the clearly lived in underground space. Candles brighten up the darkness as best they can, it doesn't help from the spookiness of every corner. It's frightening but somehow still calm and peaceful.

"Welcome to your forever night. The moon and stars appreciate your presence here. They understand you and will care for you, not like the creatures of light will. For they don't understand your quietude like I do."

The beauty of his voice thrills me to the point where I don't truly take the time to understand what he just said. I get lost in his eyes as I let him take me in his arms.