"After your father, the famous violin player, passed on- you were left with only one option to make a living.
To work at the Opera De Populair, under Madame Carlotta.
Living in the basement of the Opera, one night while singing in what you thought...
He let the mask down, letting you look upon his face with no rules nor restrictions.
It was horrifying. Charred and distorted, red and black, burnt and forgotten.
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Erik knew this. He was stuck with the lifelong task of being stuck in it.
But the face did not define the man, you knew this.
His mouth was slightly ajar, awaiting the terror filled response to the monstrosity. He knew you wouldn't react kindly.
So, you kissed him.
Leaning over the basket so you wouldn't crush its contents, you kissed him.
Your hands on his neck, you had waited a long time for this moment. And so did he, though he had assumed it would never truly happen.
You felt his hands on your shoulders as he pulled away.
He was crying, lightly. The tears rolling over the torched, dead skin. He spoke your name, ever so quietly, "Y/N." "Erik." You whispered back, smiling.
You had kept your promise, of loving him despite the mask being gone. He joined you in the smile, laughing a little.
***
You caught up to the temporary manager, "Gerard!" With the recent happenings, Carlotta and her miserable husband reseigned and left Paris as soon as possible. Leaving the Opera open for hire.
He turned, "Y/N?"
"Yes it's me!" "How on earth did you escape?"
Apparently this was not a daily occurrence, being released by a ghost story.
"I did not escape, he let me go. Or come up, I should say." "Come up?" Brows furrowed, "he let you?" "Yes." You laughed, "I told you, I knew him- I know him fully now."
His eyes widened, "he let you see his... face?" "After a few relentless minutes of pushing; yes."
"Y/N!" A shout from the stairs, Raoul.
"Raoul!" "By god I thought you were dead!" He descended the stairs as he spoke, "where have you been?"
"With The Phantom Of The Opera."
This was all very surprising and strange to everyone but you, since he now too- had a shocked look. "It's real? The ghost story?"
He turned to Mr.Carriere for confirmation, "it's true."
"Well where is he now? The police have been looking everywhere, they're going to arrest him." "That's right." You said, the small detail of Erik killing multiple people had somehow, slipped your mind.
"What about a compromise?"
They men turned to you, "as in?"
"Don't you give Erik 20,000 francs a month yes?" "Correct." Raoul piped in, "are you suggesting to pay off the chief of police?" "For lack of better words..?" You smiled weakly, "and I was thinking 2 years of his pay? That's easily half a million."
"Y/N with that thinking both of you will got to jail-" "That might work." "What?!" Raoul put a hand on a hip and the other on his head, "you're crazy! Who will run the opera if they arrest you for bribery?"
Gerard walked to his office, "I'm going to call them, right now."
Raoul groaned and followed Gerard into the room. "I'm going to tell Erik." "Alright."
The opera was eerily empty on the way there. Since the accident, only a few staff and janitors occupied the building. Jiggling the door open you returned to your current place of residency, to find the Maestro already there.
"Mae- Erik? What are you doing here?" "Y/N, I just figured with the new connection with one another," gesturing to the both of you. "You would come live with me. You agreed to the likeness of the room you stayed in last."
"Oh yes, of course. I could have moved my things so you wouldn't have the inconvenience of it."
His tone became low, "do not compare yourself to an inconvenience, you are nothing near."
You blushed, Maestro sure has a way with words.
A/N:
What I almost wrote lol
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