*I'm going to try write a Phantom x reader story. I hope you like it. ( y/n- your name, e/c- eye color, h/c- hair color f/c- favorite color)*
You wait anxiously on top of the roof of the Paris Opera House, clutching the note you found on your dresser in your hand. You quickly unfold it and re-read it to make sure you read the note right,
Y/N,
I am pleased with the progress of your voice lessons and I would like to reward you for your progress. Meet me on the roof tonight at six o' clock. Wear something nice.
- Your angel of music
You nod your head to reassure yourself as you fold the note back up. You look down at the f/c dress you're wearing, making sure you look nice, and then run your fingers through your h/c hair as you continue waiting for him.
You decide to walk around on the roof to keep yourself occupied. Walking over to the edge of the roof, you look over the edge and see the beautiful city of Paris, all lit up. You smile, enjoying the view. As you continue looking at the city, you feel a presence next to you. Looking over, you see him, your angel of music.
"I'm sorry I'm late," you hear him say in his usual beautiful voice.
You look at him, shocked that he apologized. "It's okay," you say.
You watch as he pulls a rose out from behind his back and hands it to you. You feel a smile spread across your face as you take the rose from him. You see that the rose has a black silk ribbon tied around the de-thorned stem. You look up at him with a smile. "Thank you," you say. "This rose is beautiful."
"I'm glad you like it," he says.
"So why did you want to meet me up here on the roof wearing something nice," you ask him, getting straight to the point.
"I wanted to reward you for your progress in your voice lessons," he says as he takes your hand and leads you away from the edge. You feel yourself blush once he takes your hand. You watch as he leads you over to a blanket that has a picnic basket and a lit candle on it.
You look at him surprised that he did this for you. "Did you do this for me," you ask him.
"Yes, I did," he says. Then, still holding your hand, slowly sits down with you sitting down as well.
Once sitting, you watch as he takes out two plates followed by two boxes. One is filled with a variety of macaroons while the other is filled with crème puffs.
"How did you get these," you ask him as you look inside the boxes.
"I asked Madame Giry to get them for me," he answers as he places a plate in front of you.
You look in the macaroon box and pick up a f/c macaroon and place it on your plate followed by a crème puff. You then watch, surprised, as he gets a crème puff and a light purple macaroon.
"This very nice, but you really didn't have to reward me for my progress," you say. "I enjoy my lessons with you."
"I wanted to reward your progress," he says. "You are a very fast learner, almost as fast as me."
You playfully hit his arm and you see a smile spread across his face. "Well I guess that was a complement," you say.
You then realize that you don't even know his name. "What's your name," you ask, suddenly.
He looks at you with a surprised look. "My name is Erik," he says. "Erik Destler."
"Erik," you say with a smile. "I like it." You watch as a smile spreads across Erik's face as he shifts slightly causing some light to fall on his white mask. You suddenly have a desire to see what is under his mask. You hope that he will let you see the rest of his face.
"Erik, will you show me what is under your mask," you ask. You see Erik tense up and instantly regret asking the question. "You don't have to show me if you don't want to show me," you say as you look away.
"Are you sure you want to see my face," you hear Erik say.
You look back up at him, surprised. "I do," you say. "But if you don't want to show me, it's fine."
"I want to show you then," he says. You notice that he's nervous as he raises a slightly shaking hand up towards his mask. He places his hand on it and takes a deep breath as he pulls the mask off.
You feel your eyes widen slightly, but his face doesn't scare you. You see the other half of his lips is swollen and has a scar running up across his cheek to his ear. His forehead has an area where there is little skin, even a little part of his brain is showing.
You feel a wave of compassion run through you as you raise a hand up and place it on his deformity. You feel him flinch at your touch, but he relaxes once your hand is fully on his cheek. "It's not so bad," you say. Erik gazes into your e/c eyes as you gaze back into his golden ones.
"No one has shone me this much compassion and you are the first person who has never been afraid of my face," Erik says as he looks away, causing your heart to break. "I asked you to come up to the roof for another reason, y/n."
"Why else did you want to meet me up here," you ask him, slightly confused.
"I wanted to tell you that I love you," he says, looking back up into your eyes. "I have loved from the day I first laid my eyes on you."
You feel a smile spread across your face. "I love you too, Erik," you say, returning the gaze. You move your thumb to caress his cheek. "All of you."
You watch as smile spreads across his face. You feel a surge of courage as you lean in a place a kiss right on Erik's lips, your hand still on his deformed cheek. You feel him tense up, but he relaxes as he places a hand on top of yours. You savor the moment and wish that it would never end. You finally have your happy ending with your angel of music.
JE LEEST
Poto One-Shots
FanfictionThis a story full of Phantom of the Opera one-shots. They will either be about Erik and Christine or just about Erik. ----------------------------------------------- I don't own Phantom of the Opera or any of the characters.