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Erik(phantom)x reader all I ask of you
You had lived with the phantom for almost a week now and you had only gone outside twice. The first time Erik had insisted that you stay by his side at all costs and keep your head down so that people didn't recognise you. You had no idea as to why he wished for you to do this but you did it anyway. The second time you went out on your own. Erik had been far too caught up in his composing that he had forgotten to buy food, so he sent you out to get them. You went to the local market to get your food, remembering what the phantom had said you kept your head down and your wore the hood of the cloak, which he had given you, up. You went to your favourite stall to buy some fruits and vegetables. This was wear you overhead two men talking.
"Hey did you hear about what happened at that wedding?" The first asked, the other man shrugged picking up a box full of apples and packing it onto his carriage.
"I don't really care much for wedding gossip," the second replied.
"But this is different," the first man insisted. The second man looked slightly confused but he gave a slightly nod gesturing for his friend to continue. "Well apparently that oprea ghost made a reappearance and kidnapped some girl!" You were shocked. The wedding they were talking about was your wedding. But you didn't want to give anything away, so you kept your head down and continued listening.
"Wouldn't be the first time he kidnapped someone in front of such a large crowd," the second replied. What do he mean it wasn't the first time? "Do they know where the girl is now?" the guy shook his head.
"No one knows. But I wouldn't be surprised if he has killed her already," he shrugged. The two men laughed together and packed tge rest of the boxes into his carriage and leaving. What were they talking about? The man they seemed to be describing was nothing at all like the one you knew. However one thing was for sure, the phantom would have a lot of explaining to do once you got back.
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"Erik!" You yelled walking through the entrance. This was met with the phantom suddenly stopping the beautiful melody which he was playing.
"(Name)?" He questioned walking over to you with concern plastered in his voice and face. You were mad beyond belief, but you stopped to think about how you were going to say this.
"Why did you kidnap some girl?" You asked not like it was any of your business you weren't exactly a couple and it wasn't like he was cheating on you by doing it.
"What?" He asked seriously concerned for you. You looked down at the floor slightly embarrassed after realising how unnecessary you sudden rage was.
"I just heard some people talking about it this morning," you mumbled. You heard a sigh and felt a hand grab yours. Knowing that it belonged to the phantom you didn't retaliate.
"It doesn't matter who that girl was because she's not here now," he explained moving you hand upto his face so that you were touching his mask. "I've got you now and your the only one I want. I love you." You were shocked he had just said the L word to you and now you knew why you felt sudden rage when you heard about the other girl. You felt the same way towards him and you knew how to show it. Your fingers gripped the edge of his mask slowly pulling it off, only to be stopped before you could clearly see his face.
"All I ask is that you don't be afraid," he whispered. You nodded pulling off the mask revealing the face of the man you knew you loved.
You had lived with the phantom for almost a week now and you had only gone outside twice. The first time Erik had insisted that you stay by his side at all costs and keep your head down so that people didn't recognise you. You had no idea as to why he wished for you to do this but you did it anyway. The second time you went out on your own. Erik had been far too caught up in his composing that he had forgotten to buy food, so he sent you out to get them. You went to the local market to get your food, remembering what the phantom had said you kept your head down and your wore the hood of the cloak, which he had given you, up. You went to your favourite stall to buy some fruits and vegetables. This was wear you overhead two men talking.
"Hey did you hear about what happened at that wedding?" The first asked, the other man shrugged picking up a box full of apples and packing it onto his carriage.
"I don't really care much for wedding gossip," the second replied.
"But this is different," the first man insisted. The second man looked slightly confused but he gave a slightly nod gesturing for his friend to continue. "Well apparently that oprea ghost made a reappearance and kidnapped some girl!" You were shocked. The wedding they were talking about was your wedding. But you didn't want to give anything away, so you kept your head down and continued listening.
"Wouldn't be the first time he kidnapped someone in front of such a large crowd," the second replied. What do he mean it wasn't the first time? "Do they know where the girl is now?" the guy shook his head.
"No one knows. But I wouldn't be surprised if he has killed her already," he shrugged. The two men laughed together and packed tge rest of the boxes into his carriage and leaving. What were they talking about? The man they seemed to be describing was nothing at all like the one you knew. However one thing was for sure, the phantom would have a lot of explaining to do once you got back.
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"Erik!" You yelled walking through the entrance. This was met with the phantom suddenly stopping the beautiful melody which he was playing.
"(Name)?" He questioned walking over to you with concern plastered in his voice and face. You were mad beyond belief, but you stopped to think about how you were going to say this.
"Why did you kidnap some girl?" You asked not like it was any of your business you weren't exactly a couple and it wasn't like he was cheating on you by doing it.
"What?" He asked seriously concerned for you. You looked down at the floor slightly embarrassed after realising how unnecessary you sudden rage was.
"I just heard some people talking about it this morning," you mumbled. You heard a sigh and felt a hand grab yours. Knowing that it belonged to the phantom you didn't retaliate.
"It doesn't matter who that girl was because she's not here now," he explained moving you hand upto his face so that you were touching his mask. "I've got you now and your the only one I want. I love you." You were shocked he had just said the L word to you and now you knew why you felt sudden rage when you heard about the other girl. You felt the same way towards him and you knew how to show it. Your fingers gripped the edge of his mask slowly pulling it off, only to be stopped before you could clearly see his face.
"All I ask is that you don't be afraid," he whispered. You nodded pulling off the mask revealing the face of the man you knew you loved.
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Faints!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and whispers ERIK I LOVE YOU!