Erik x Reader (One shots/ Scenarios)

Erik X Synesthesia! Reader

Request from: A_Jenks

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   Erik sits at his organ with his brilliant music filling the room. He stops every now and then to write down notes on his sheet music. He is dressed slightly more casual than usual with his waistcoat and rolled up sleeves. The more he plays the more colors fill my soul. Different colors fade in and out, some flow softly into the next, or some crash violently together creating a beautiful gradient in my mind. 

   Music had always created this show of colors in my head, even sounds in general. It's not something I put much attention to, that is until I met Erik. His voice alone makes me see all the colors I can think of; while his music has allowed me to see colors I can't even name. It makes him even more special to me, he is polychromatic. He is the rainbow. He is all the endless colors that make up the universe. Erik is everything.

   There have been many nights where I just closed my eyes and listened to him speak, or sing if he is in the mood, and let myself drift into his magical colors. It's so lovely when we are in bed together and his voice is right in my ear, it somehow makes the colors more clear to me. The nights he stays up late to work, I just daydream as I listen while he thinks I'm sleeping. The times Nadir is here are no different. Erik and Nadir will have conversations while sitting on the couch, and I find myself eavesdropping. I listened but never to their words, only the sounds. Erik's voice is so vibrant and colorful, it doesn't matter what he does it's always the same. 

   As Erik plays I sit nearby on the settee, my sketchbook in my lap and my watercolors beside me. Recently I have been trying to put down what I see on the paper, as a fun thing to look back on when I think of his music. Or music in general. His songs create more colors and shapes for me though, so I am more interested in getting them down instead of other songs. 

   I dip my brush in the red and cover the entire top half of the page with its boldness. The top is striking with its ruby red, and it fades away near the middle of the page. I start to blend in blue as the song descends into a more gentle tone.  Near the bottom I wet the page first, then I let purple and black blend together in how they feel fit. Soon after I begin drawing in the shapes, I just close my eyes and let my hand try its best to replicate what I imagine. Once my hand goes down to draw another shape the colors fade, just as the music does.

   "What are you doing?" Erik asks curiously.

   I open my eyes quickly and stutter out, "You stopped."

   He chuckles which makes me see green and yellow. Erik nods, "I did because I am interested in what you're doing. What are you drawing?" His eyes fall down to the sketchbook in my lap. He truly looks invested in it as he studies it. He slowly leaves his organ bench and sits beside me instead. I turn the book so he can see it better. 

   "I painted your music."

   Erik's eyes widen and he tilts his head to the side, "How?"

   He takes the sketchbook from me and carefully feels over the spots of the page that have dried. It all makes sense in my head, but looking at it with no context makes it seem quite random and wild. "Well...when you play I see colors in my head. Actually any noise you create does that. The last few times you've played I have tried to draw what I see. What you make me see."

   I gently grab my sketchbook back and begin to flip to previous pages, all of them look very distinct. If the song has a name it is written on the back of the paper. As I flip to another page Erik whispers, "Brilliant." His eyes are full of wonder as he sees my artwork. Then, with excitement just like a child, he asks, "Do you really see all of this because of me?"

   His cute expression makes me giggle. I nod happily, "I do! Sounds have always created colors for me, but your voice and music make it much more extreme. I can't explain it. I try to, at least!"

   We both laugh gently, I feel the mixing of blue and purple. We return back to the page I was working on, Erik's eyes continue to study it. After a few moments of silence he blurts out asking, "May I have it?" A blush creeps on my cheeks as I nod. The master of everything wants my rendition of all that he has created...incredible. 

   Erik grins at me lovingly, "You know...you are my inspiration. My muse. My music is inspired by you...and this artwork has been inspired by me. You say it's all me, but in reality it's all you. These are your colors. Your notes. Your brilliance. You are so amazing."

   The blush spreads to my whole face as I stare at him speechless. Erik giggles and kisses my nose, "I think I see red."