Erik x Reader (One shots/ Scenarios)

Erik x Mute! Reader

The reader will have selective mutism. Just cause haha. The reason can be up to you! I am not mute nor have I ever been so I'm sorry if I get anything wrong or if I offend anyone!
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I have recently moved into a new home in Paris, France. I mean I lived here all my life but now I'm finally on my own. It's scary but fun! It will be quiet though... good thing I have two cats! I wish my cats could talk... or if they could understand when I gesture something to them. Oh well.

What is even better though is that I live nearby an opera house! It's a very popular place. I've been a couple times before. How could I not have? And, today isn't any different. I've seen a couple of operas there and it's definitely one of my favorite things to do. Expensive though! That's why I need a job. And, why not at the best place ever? It doesn't hurt to try.

After I've gotten myself completely settled into my new home, I decided to try for a job. I hold my notebook tightly in my hand. Writing what I want to say is definitely better than having an awkward game of charades. The amount of awkward situations I gotten myself into because I was stubborn and didn't bring my notebook is astounding. I've learned my lesson.

The sound of snow crunching beneath my feet is a good distraction from the anxiousness I feel now. Eventually, I get inside and I look around in amazement. Yes, I have been here before but I still find myself being amazed by the beautiful architecture. Whoever designed this place definitely knew what they were doing. Wait, stop looking around and find a manager or someone!

My eyes look around at the busy room. I go up to a stranger and quickly scribble in my notebook, 'Where is the managers' office?' They look confused for a moment, probably because I just shoved a paper in their face. Once they understand they direct me towards where I need to go. I nod with a smile, hoping they know I mean to say, 'Thank you.'

After some confusion, I find myself at the door of the managers' office. A loud sound emits when I knock on the door. A man with short brown hair opens the door. I give a smile while I whip out my notebook from my coat pocket.

'Hello, Monsieur! My name is
(Y/N).'

There is an quick silence as he reads what I've written. He smiles back but I can tell it's only to seem nice. "Hello, (Y/N). I am Monsieur André. My partner Firmin is currently busy somewhere else, so I am afraid you cannot meet him yet. Now, how may I help you?"

I tell him... well I write down that I have a desire for employment. An hour soon passes. An hour full of asking questions and such. Surprisingly, he was patient with me. It's nice, usually I have the need to write quickly out of fear of them being annoyed. Then, they can't understand my handwriting! It's a huge mess. Monsieur André eventually lets me go saying to come back in a few days, that he needs to talk with the other manager first before deciding.

As I'm leaving though I hear a voice in the hallway. Strange... no one is here. I shrug my shoulders and start trying to find my way back to the entrance of the building. But, that is soon stopped. A shadow drops then in front of me. I silently gasp as I take a step back. This stranger lifts his head, sadly it doesn't help much with identification; he wears a mask. He picks up my notebook that I dropped in fright.

He doesn't even glance at it, his eyes stay on mine. Then, his voice fills the hallway. It's a sort of voice that I wish I could listen to all day. Well, perhaps if this man wasn't so scary. He softly asks, "Who are you?"

Oh great, he has my notebook! What an odd day. Besides, who is he anyway? I've heard stories of an opera ghost that roams the opera house. This might be him, he looks mysterious enough. Doesn't look like much of a ghost though.

Shoot, I need to answer him! I don't want to get on his bad side. I've heard bad stories... My hand points to my notebook then to me. Confusion covers his face. He looks at the notebook then back to me. I keep trying to gesture to him that I need it. Obviously, it isn't getting through.

"Answer me!" The ghost yells annoyed. I groan in my head and I start aggressively pointing to the notebook, then to me. After about a minute, that felt like an hour, he understands. An embarrassed blush fill his cheeks as he hands me my notebook. His golden eyes look at the floor instead.

I feel better having it back in my hands. 'I'm (Y/N). Sorry, I'm mute. Who are you?'

I show it to him and he reads it. Suddenly, his mood changes and he starts acting softer now. He still can't meet my eyes. No wonder, that was embarrassing for both of us.

"It's alright... I'm the opera ghost."

I stand there expectingly, waiting for him to continue. But, he stays silent. That was it? What was all he had to say? And why did I apologize, he should have. And, no name? Ugh, so many questions! Well, at least he isn't yelling at me anymore. I'm about to write something to keep the conversation going but he talks before I can. Good, I don't know what to say anyway.

"You have come for a job? Then perhaps we will see each other again. Or, maybe we won't. Don't come looking for me though. Goodbye."

Then, he turns around before I can do anything. When he leaves it almost looks like he disappears into the shadows. What a mystery that ghost is... I honestly hope I will see him again. Hopefully, I'll get the job, maybe I can. I still have so many questions...

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I might write a part two for this one! I would love if you can comment if you want another part. But, I might just do it anyway haha. I would love ideas in general though!! Comment away!!!