You snuck down the musky and poorly lit stairs leading to underneath the theatre. Attempting not to fall while carrying a plate of bread in your hands, you gripped tighter.
"Erik?" You timidly croaked out, though the only response you received was your own faint echo. You tiptoed around the corner only to see his organ completely untouched, where is he? You thought while placing the plate of bread down.
Carefully you draw back the curtain to his sleeping quarter, revealing Eric lying on his boat bed with sheets of music in front of him. Your giggling attracts his attention, waking him from his slumber.
"Hello Eric" you say bowing your head, letting your H/C hair flow forward. He bows his head in return but doesn't say anything. You stare at him puzzled. He noticed you confusing raising an eyebrow as he grabbed a quill writing on the back of a crumpled piece of sheet music. He holds it up to your face: Hello Y/N, what a pleasant surprise
"If you don't mind me asking Eric, why are you writing on a piece of paper?" You questioning, Eric pats the bed next to him signalling you to come over.
You obey. You carefully walk to his side and delicately take a seat next to him. All while he scribbled away on his sheets. You look over his shoulder.
When you spend countless hours in the cold, dark dungeon developing and rehearsing elaborate Operas, your voice gets sore. You see why I'm no speaking YN?
You read the words off the page from over his shoulder, taking in his pristine handwriting skills.
He always has been a bit of a perfectionist, you thought.
You giggle at your own thoughts.
How is this funny?!
"Oh not you Erik, I was just thinking" You look at the floor avoiding his gaze as you feel a cold finger tilt your head back up.
You meet Erik's eyes and search them, getting lost in their rich color.
He leans forward dropping his quill and draws in close to your ear.
You feel his breath tickle you as he whispers, "We can both be on vocal rest.."
Without hesitation he captures your lips in his. Exploring your mouth with his tongue, holding your cheek and stroking it with his thumb.
You pull away and smirk, grabbing the quill and scribbling on the paper.
Well that works.
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A/N:
This is just some fluff and it's very ooc
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Musical Theatre Imagines/Headcannons
FanfictionHeadcannons and imagines about musicals
