One Shots! (Requests Open)

Erik Destler (Phantom of the Opera) x Male! Reader

"IT'S ALWAYS CHRISTINE THIS AND CHRISTINE THAT! OOH, OR CHRISTINE IS SUCH A GOOD SINGER!" I yell at Erik.

We've been having a lot of...arguments lately. I mean I can't help but feel like he's cheating. In a way. He's always talking about Christine. We're dating!

"Come on Y/N. It's nothing I promise." Erik 'promises.'

"I promise. Do you though!? You never spend time with me anymore! And when we do, all it is, is you talking about Christine! I don't get it anymore! Why are you with me if you love her! And not me!? It's obvious you love her!" I shout, flailing my hands everywhere to make my point, "You know what!? We're o-" I start coughing.

*

Okay, maybe I look it way too far but. What can I say? Karmas a-

What am I talking about? Well, right now I'm laying in a hospital my friend, who so happens to be a doctor, telling Erik I have cancer. Do I actually have cancer? Ha! Nope!

"She has two days." The doctor says, turning towards me and giving me a 'You owe me' look.

"What...?" Erik whispers, looking towards me.

Cough, cough. Dramatic flop onto the bed.

"Isn't there anything you can do!?" He asks.

Doctor shakes his head, "It's too late. I'm sorry. Spend the time you have together while you can. He's not in critical condition so you can take him home. Just make sure he rests."

Erik nods, pulling me out of bed. I refuse to be carried by him right now so I sluggishly walk next to him. Pulling both my hands to my sides.

*

Okay, now I feel kinda guilty, I mean. He seems to be caring for me and worried. I should tell him. Speak of the devil, Erik comes walking in, a plate of food in hand.

Setting it down in front of me I look away, "Listen..um...I don't actually have cancer. I was faking it to get back at you..." I explain, looking down.

Erik freezes, "What?"

I go to explain it again, looking up when he slaps me, pretty hard may I add.

"No, I heard you but how could you!" He says as I cuff my hand around the red hand print on my cheek.

I tear up and that's when Erik realizes what he did.

"No, wait, I'm sorry! I disintegrated mean to!" Now he starts tearing up and he drops to his knees.

"Please forgive me! I swear I disinterested mean to! I was caught in the moment!" He grabs my hand, tears of which were once kept now streaming down his face.

I knew of his anger issues. "No, you don't have to apologize. It's my fault I was just jealous cause it seemed like you did it love me and you liked Christine and-"

I get cut off.

By what?

A kiss.

It ends and I look at him, "I'm so sorry I disinterested realize my stupidity. Of course I love you! Never Christine!"

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First, I would like to say that if you or anyone are in a relationship and it's abusive, get help. It's not safe and it's not okay.

Second, this was requested by a friend of mine, who wanted to be called Tod Keith Holmes, hope it's good enough!