Erik x Reader (One shots/ Scenarios)

Erik X Congenital Insensitivity! Reader

Request by:Eve_phantom12 

Congenital insensitivity is the condition where you can't feel pain and you have the inability to sweat! There are other issues too but I'm gonna base it off of those two hehe 

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   Ever since I was born I was...different. It was noticed early on when I was a baby. My lack of crying concerned my parents greatly. When I received my shots from the doctor I never cried. When I accidentally stumbled or had something hit me I never reacted. My dad would joke he had a "tough baby." My mother was more concerned than he was, she eventually took me to the doctor and it was discovered I have a condition called congenital insensitivity. I do not feel pain, temperature changes do not faze me, and I tend to take longer to learn things. It may sound not that bad, but it has made everything hell.

   Experiencing the outside world has always been a luxury for me. My parents have made sure I stay inside the house as much as possible. They homeschool me. As a child I never really went anywhere. My parents wouldn't let me go to the park to play, they wouldn't let me go to the store with them, I didn't have friends so I never went to a friend's house before. Anything I did my parents were hovering over me making sure I didn't accidentally injure myself. 

   This constant surveillance has made me nervous and awkward with others. My parents realized this as the years went on, so to combat this they allowed me to come to one place with them: the Opera Populaire. I can't get hurt if I'm sitting in a seat just watching the stage, and now I can have the much needed human interaction. 

   The plays have become my life, the music is my drive to get out of bed, the actors are my inspiration, the stories stay with me in everything I do. Since it is the only thing I have ever really done my parents allowed me to come as often as possible. I am here so often I have befriended actors and staff and they allow me to go wherever I please. 

   My parents trust me enough now to visit alone. My father walks me there everyday, and picks me up in the evening. I still live with them despite being an adult, they are always overprotective. I am lucky enough that I can be anywhere alone. The opera house has become heaven to me because of all this. 

   Upon my visits I have even witnessed the great "phantom of the opera." I have heard just about every rumor about this opera ghost...but now I know the facts. He's just a man who is misunderstood. I am misunderstood as well. He has intrigued me greatly, even from our first interaction. I would say we are friends even though I don't know much about him...but he doesn't know much about me either. 

   I fidget with a glove that belongs to Erik, the fearsome opera ghost, as I sit down on a stool beside him. "I envy you, you know."

He keeps his eyes on his organ but his attention on me. He scoffs with a small grin while he plays the finishing notes of the aria he is creating. "How could you?" He asks seriously, he turns his head to face me. 

   "I am constantly surrounded. You are free...down here it is just you. You control every decision. You chose what to do with your day. Me...my life is decided for me."

   His shown eyebrow furrows slightly. There are hundreds of questions gnawing at him but he only lets one out, "Why is it that your parents control everything?" He knows of my overbearing parents, but I never told him why they act the way they do. Nor do I want to. What if he starts treating me like some fragile doll when he knows of my condition? I refuse to have that, I want some normalcy. 

   "It's just the way they are, I suppose," I mumble softly. 

   He doesn't seem to believe that but he doesn't dwell on it. He stretches and asks, "Would you like some tea?"

   "Oh yes! I can get it for us!"

   "Alright, I'll be here." His eyes go back to his beloved keys and he continues working on his beautiful music. I am so lucky to meet the composer of my favorite music. 

   Wasting no time, I stroll into the kitchen. The teakettle is already on the stove, so I grab it and bring it over to the sink. I fill it with water and place it back on the stove. I giddily turn the stove on. Back home I would never be allowed to do this. The kitchen is pretty much off-limits to me. It is exciting to be able to do something for myself. Erik has no idea how much this simple task means to me. 

   Once the water is done boiling I grab a cup for Erik. All my movements are quick from excitement, also because he is waiting for his tea. How could I ever make him wait longer than he needs to? He needs to know I can be capable of doing things for him. For myself! 

   My arm tilts awkwardly as I pour the water into the cup. It is embarrassing to admit but this is something I have never done before. The weight of the kettle and the tilting water is unusual to me. While I pour the water my hand loosens its grip, the kettle falls to the ground with a loud crash. The boiled water now wasted to the floor, unusable. My heart races while I stare at the issue I have created. Erik will come in here and know of my incompetence. 

   Thankfully there is a rag on the counter to use. I grab it and kneel on the floor trying to clean up all the water. Erik runs in and asks with a concerned face, "What happened? Are you okay?" 

   "I'm sorry! I accidentally dropped your kettle. I'll have this cleaned up quickly and you will have your tea."

   He leans over to grab the kettle off the floor. His eyes flash to my arm, his face looks terrified. "Your arm!" He winces as he gently grabs my hand to look at it better, "I don't understand how you didn't scream from something like this."

   My face falls but he doesn't seem to notice, he is just focused on the burn. He helps me up and brings me over to the sink. His hand feels the water to make sure it's lukewarm, then he pulls my arm underneath it. That is when he looks up and sees my blank expression. No pain. None at all.

   "Are you in pain?" His voice dripping with confusion. He can't seem to understand how I am not at least whining or wincing. 

   "No."

   "Not at all?"

   "Not at all."

   Those words silence him right up. He glances to my burn then back to me, "How?" He asks with a gentle voice. 

   I suck in my breath and avoid his eyes. I should have known this would've been unavoidable. Erik is just genuinely curios though...maybe he will not think differently of me. I hope. 

   "Uhm...so I have a rare condition...it makes me not able to feel pain. And...that is why my parents are so overprotective."

   His continued silence makes me think the worst. That's it. You ruined your one shot of doing things like a normal person. He's going to baby you now...think less of you. My thoughts spiral down and down, swirling up into my depression of life. 

   "I see...well let me bandage you up and after you can try again. Let me watch so you don't hurt yourself again. I'm glad I ran in, if this went untreated it would only worsen."

   He lets go of my arm and searches through a cabinet to get something to put on my arm. I stare at him with widen eyes. There was no change in his voice. None at all. He is going to let me try again too. 

   Pure joy springs into tears in my eyes. I let out an elated laugh. He quickly turns around worried that something else has happened. He asks if I am okay and I nod happily, "More than okay. Thank you for treating me like a normal person."

   He chuckles softly with a twinkle in his eye. His voice softens even more as he tends to my arm, "I will treat you as you are."