Erik x Reader (One shots/ Scenarios)

Erik X Manager! Reader Part Four

Request by: Eve_phantom12

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   I mumble quietly to myself as I work on some of my paperwork. It's nearing the end of the day, so I would really like to be finished with all of my work for today. I would also appreciate being able to leave my office, so I can go visit with Erik. He told me that the next time I visit his lair he will play his music for me. Music that was inspired by me. That thought alone makes me feel so giddy on the inside. I can't imagine what music inspired by me would even sound like. 

   My pen digs deep into the paper as I write my signature near the bottom. My urgency is obvious from how incomprehensible my handwriting is. That does not matter to me right now; all I need is Erik. I set my paperwork into the pile at the corner of my desk and I messily pack my things away; music wafts through my soul which makes me more excited to get up and leave. 

   Erik has become a very important person to me during the past year. He used to be an annoyance; he was always like a buzzing mosquito in my ear, whenever I swatted him away it never worked and he only drained my patience away. Things are so different now. I've realized how wonderful he is and how he is human, just like everyone else. He is not a shadow looming over my opera house while pulling at random strings to bring everything down. He is simply a creator of music who wishes everything to go smoothly, just like I do. 

   That is not all I have realized though. He made me figure out that I am human too. I tend to disconnect my soul from my everyday life and work through the day and finish all the tasks that need to be done. I love what I do, but it is tiring. Everyday I am pulled in a hundred different directions and still expected to finish everything. All the work and all the people and all the unending noise becomes too much sometimes. I am not spoken to as a real person, only as a tool to help others. With all my work I have forgotten my joys in life and my personality. I don't remember who I am anymore. Erik changed that.

   When I am with him all of that falls away. No work needs to be done, no one needs my help with anything, and I am not stuck in my endless cycle of my life. Even the times he would get on my nerves helped me break out of my monotony. Our arguments, big or small, was still something that brought life in to me. Erik has brought my smile back these days though. He has shown me the magic of the world without even trying. With Erik I am a person; I have feelings and emotions and things to say which he responds to. He has brought my joy and personality back. With him...I am real.

   Does he know all the things he has done for me? No. Nor do I plan to tell him. I have figured out why he is so special to me though. I think I love him. 

   I finish packing up everything and make my way to the door, and once the door is opened I am stopped in my tracks. A forced smile makes its way on my face, "Ah! Our lovely patrons. How wonderful to see you now of all moments."

   My sarcasm doesn't seem to reach their ears. One of them, a de Chagny I presume, gives me a forced smile back, "Hello, you are the manager, yes?"

   "I suppose so," I mumbled. He doesn't seem amused with my attitude, but he ignores it for now. "Why do you ask?" I watch him fumble with a rose in his gloved hands; he is most likely giving it to some lovely lady who works here. 

   "Do you know where Christine Daaé is?" As he asks that a soft blush covers his cheeks. It is safe to guess that my assumption was right. A lot of romance happens in the walls of my opera house, and I don't mind it as long as it doesn't affect their work or where I am going. 

   I shrug as I exit my office and shut and lock the door, "Daaé? She is a dancer, yeah? Ask Madame Giry."

   I make my way past him before he can continue this conversation any longer than it needs to be. I hear him huff and insult me under his breath. I can't be mad at him for doing that, I am not being very kind right now. I am busy though, so he must wait. I rush off down the empty hallway; down the way Nadir showed me. I have made this trip a few times alone, so I know the way pretty well by now. 

   When I finally make it to his underground home Erik is waiting on the couch for me. He stands up and walks over to greet me, "Hello dear, what took you so long?" He asks with a teasing grin on his face. 

   I roll my eyes as he leads me over to his organ, I see his sheet music already placed there. His music is messy with notes along the sides and scratched out lyrics and notes. It is interesting to take a small glimpse in to his work progress. He leads me to sit on one side of the bench, and he sits on the other side. I groan dramatically, "Work stuff, nothing entertaining. This will certainly entertain me though."

   He smiles at the compliment and places his hands on the keys of his organ. I watch his eyes study the music sheet while he plays. His hands glide across the keys, you can tell what a genius he is just from the first few notes. His music delights and amazes my soul. I can't believe this is apparently all inspired by me, I did not think anything about me could be beautiful. Erik shows me something new every day. 

   We spend the rest of the afternoon talking and admiring his music. He plays song after song for me and I can't get enough. My smile seems to encourage him to keep playing. Erik brings out his violin and plays that for me as well. We drink wine and talk and relax. I feel safe within Erik's underground home. His world of music is a place I would like to stay in for the rest of my days. I am sure that I love him.