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Reader x Erik (Phantom) Dark waltz

You have been working in the theatre for years learning about music, drama and passion so the situations with the ghost were not new to you; ever since you were a child he had haunted the opera house however you didn’t pay attention to it. You were the pianist and an amazing one at that you didn’t rely on your eyes to play but the music itself, the way it lightly dips and raises was enchanting. Music to put it bluntly was your life. But no one ever acknowledges the pianist it was always about the prima donna, the lead opera singer, but you didn’t mind you were used to nobody seeing you.

Besides you played not because you had to but because you want to, you didn’t care for the fame or the money. Not only that but the opera house was your home you had nowhere to go since your parents were killed in a fire, but you made the most of your situation. And the opera house itself was beautiful so you can’t complain.

But recently your curiosity over the ghost of the opera has increased to the point where you look out for him during the performances and sometimes when you were lucky you would see him, in box five watching the performances with content and when a girl has a unique voice his eyes would size them up but for some reason this would never be for long before he turned neutral. Almost like he saw all he wanted to see and that was it.

However one performance not long ago his eyes met yours during a performance, he noticed you and you alone. You quickly avoided his gaze and focused on playing embarrassed that he caught you but when you later glanced back you noticed that his eyes had not left your form and were looking upon you with a slight look of adoration. It left you flustered.

You couldn’t stop thinking of him after that moment, his dark eyes pleasantly haunted your dreams causing you to wake up with a deep blush on your face. This mystery has stolen both your mind and your heart. You had no idea why but each time you thought of him it made you want to express how you felt in the only way you knew how. But there was a problem and that was the other women that had once caught his eyes before, they were more beautiful than you more perfect what could you hope to achieve.

So you despite your curiosity decided to keep your feelings hidden and instead just focus on the music. That was until you had found a beautiful sonnet called: Dark waltz. You knew just who it reminded you of; the dark phantom of the opera. However despite the slow and melodious tune you felt that there was something missing, the words.

It was a sonnet without words and they were the words you needed to say to the phantom, and this bothered you to no end. And everyone noticed it. All the members of the opera house soon detected this change: the quiet pianist suddenly walking around the opera house looking troubled, it could hardly go unnoticed especially by your new admirer.

Phantom P.O.V

I was attempting to compose a new Opera when my mind turned back to the small pianist, I had never really noticed her playing before; while the music she made was angelic people normally are just unaware of individual instruments. However that day I felt that there was no diversity within the singers and while this bothered me to no end I just felt as though I was missing something so I listened. And there is was. Drowned under all the other thundering sounds was the sweet melody of her piano, I immediately looked to the source only to find a woman, who looked no less than an angel. She had fair [H/L] [H/C] that shined in the torchlight of the theatre, [S/C] that was flawless and reminded him of flower petals and a petit figure. She was undoubtedly beautiful and like a white rose untainted. However when she turned her head to look at him he felt his breath stop; her eyes were magnificent. Rare [E/C] that were breath-taking as the most recherché of diamonds, and were as mystic as the stars.

I bowed my head in distress, despite my new found infatuation with her I could not get over how absent minded she has been lately though; she had been happy and uncharacteristically open a couple of days ago only to go in the complete opposite direction.

However.

I had recently got an inkling onto why this might be. And it was to do with this new sonnet she had found, you see while I was watching over the belle I had noticed that she was poured over this new sheet of paper until the point that she had just collapsed.

*Flash back*

From my hiding place on one of the beams supporting the ceiling I had a perfect visual on my angel, who had lately seemed a little fallen. The candle light illuminated the room in a golden glow similar to that of the sun at the first breaks of dawn, the room was simple but spacious. And there, she was. She just was perfect even in her melancholy state she was beautiful to him.

But this new music has caused her some distraught it seems, enough so that she has lost sleep and enthusiasm and I did not like it. But I felt like I shouldn’t intrude on it so I never looked to see what was wrong with it. I looked down again but to my shock she was no longer conscious, I quickly jumped down and checked her condition; she was just sleeping.

It appears this BLASTED sonnet was getting was just ruining her and I cannot ignore it any longer, I gently hooked my arms around her back and under her knees and slowly lifted her into my arms. Her head rested on my shoulder while her hair flowed around her and at this proximity I could smell her intoxicating scent which was… something musky like an old book and the undeniable scent of clementine. It was strange and yet heavenly I wished I could stay here forever in my own euphoria.

I made my way towards her bed with her safely in my arms, I saw her little body curled towards me as she slept, then went towards her bed and laid her upon the top of her covers. Fearing she may be cold within her sleep I gently wrapped my large cloak around her small frame and watched in appreciation how the dark silk complimented her features in a subtle way. She was truly unique.

But now I had to focus on this blasted sonnet that has corrupted all of her time.

I briskly walked towards it the dark frown never leaving my face as I picked up the old parchment, though I was careful not to rip it as to prevent distress from my little angel. It was an intricate piece of music but compared to other songs she had performed before very easy to learn; as if I remember correctly she had practiced the piece a couple of days ago. Never before, I believed, had I heard such a beautiful piece. She had done it perfectly.

But why was this causing her dismay?

As I took a closer look at the paper he noticed the curvaceous letters of her writing, which if I read correctly were the beginning of lyrics:

We are the lucky ones

We shine like a thousand suns

When all of the colour runs together

I'll keep you company

In one glorious harmony

Waltzing with destiny forever

Dance me into the night

Underneath the moon shining so bright

Turning me into the light

They were gorgeous and I wished wholly that they were for me but I saw her problem. Judging from many scribbled verses she didn’t know how to continue. I strode towards her silently and crouched down to gaze upon her sleeping face, just for one minute I wanted to admire her beauty. Reaching my gloved towards her face I retracted for a second to take off my glove then I rested my hand on her cheek for a moment to savour the feeling. After a while I slowly began to cradle her cheek loving the feeling of her soft cheek against my calloused hands.

Part of me felt bold as I brushed her hair back and placed a sweet kiss upon her lips, I pulled back before debating if I should do that again.

However dawn was approaching and I couldn’t her catch me. Not yet.

With the sonnet safely stored in my pocket I went back to my abode to finish what she had started.

*End of flashback*

I gave up with this opera and decided to take a look at her sonnet, while she seemed at a lost I felt I knew what lines should go next and I was determined to write them for her.

*Reader’s POV*

I was looking everywhere in the theatre house trying to find that evasive sonnet, it was only when people noted my uplifted attitude did I remember my reasons for being gloomy anyway and it was MISSING.

I sat down defeated at the piano towards the front of the theatre a part of me felt like I was never going to find it.

“Are you alright my darling?” I jumped back so quickly I almost fell off the seat however I saved myself the embarrassment. But. I don’t recognise the voice’s owner, however I could guess who the deep seductive tones belong to.

As I turned around I felt rewarded as I saw the Phantom in all his glory adorned with his usual mysterious white mask, dark satin and silk clothing. His deep brown eyes gazing into mine and mine alone, his hair slicked perfectly back.

“O-oh yes it is nothing enough to concern you just some sonnet” Annoyed my stutter at the beginning I finished the rest perfectly, but my cheeks were painted a deep red colour. However this seemed only to cause him to adorn a gentle smile as he gazed upon me with such tenderness that it was almost unreal.

As far as you had seen he has never looked upon anyone like that.

Were you different or- NO! You could not allow yourself to fall for such stupid fantasies he was a genius and you were just some piano player. Easily replicable.

“Were you looking for something?” His smooth voice echoed through the empty theatre again breaking your melancholy thoughts. This time he stood closer to you as you looked upon his angelic face taking in every flawless feature before you replied with a meek ‘yes’.

*Phantom P.O.V*

She seemed to be shy around me, causing me to internally smile; how adorable. I sat down next to her on the piano seat and pulled out the sonnet.

“Is this by any chance what you’re searching for” So much red flooded onto her face I feared that she may pass out soon.

“Y-ye-yes, p-please tell me that y-you have, um, r-r-read it” Her stuttering while a tad time consuming was just beautiful on her. She was too perfect to be real.

“I have and before you worry my dear I thought that it was beautiful” Her previous blush was nothing compared to the one that adorned her cheeks now, “Though I noticed you were having trouble finishing it”. At this point I’m surprised that she hasn’t fainted from all the blood that has rushed to her head.

“Here” I handed her the now complete sonnet.

“It’s… finished…” was her only reply.

“Absolutely beautiful” Only I wasn’t looking at the sonnet.

She caught up on this and began tremble a little from her shy attitude “It was for you…” She mumbled probably praying that I didn’t hear it fortunately for me I did.

“Truly?” I whispered huskily, placing my gloved hand upon her cheek before gently pulling her in for a kiss as her eyes fluttered shut like petals in the wind (A/N I dunno I’m loosing it at this point) as our faces drew closer I whispered “I’m honoured” before sealing our lips together in an sincere kiss.

*Reader P.O.V*

His lips moves perfectly in sync with your own forceful enough to cause your heart to melt but not too much as to scare you, the way he held you tightly towards him made you feel complete like you are no longer alone like you used to be. You put your hands upon his chest as he pulled you even closer to his chest, your heart swelled with a euphoric feeling as you smelled his musky scent. You pulled away gently for a breath of air before longingly gazing into your eyes.

“If this is not love” the phantom started “then I am unsure what is”. You had never felt such joy till you heard that.

“I love you phant-” he placed a gloved finger upon your lips to quiet you.

“Please love call me Erik” You must be in a dream for how could anything be this perfect.

“I love you Erik” You finally confessed, and now it felt like gravity can no longer confine you

“I love you too… [Y/N]” You could’ve sworn that you were glowing before you turned towards the piano your left hand holding his right as for the rest of the night you two made the most beautiful music to signify your love. (A/N no you did not have s-e-x)