#erik angst

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Nothing's Free (Longing For What Used To Be)

Full series on ao3

Written by Aar. (Tumbrl / ao3)

Fandoms: Final Destination: Bloodlines, The Collector (Movies)

Main Ship: None.

Centric: Erik Campbell

Status: Unfinished

Summary: Erik survived the whole ordeal of the tragic catastrophe that had hit his family. He fights through his guilt and tries to go back to living a normal life.

But one day he finds himself at a wrong place, at a wrong time. And he ends up in the hands of one dangerous Collector.

For Better or Worse (I'm Still Kicking)

Sum: Erik Campbell didn't die during the movie, Death decided to be more creative with her punishment.

How Can One Little Street Swallow So Many Lives?

Sum: Erik wakes up in the box, only there comes one big problem: he is claustrophobic.

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Comfort

Erik deslter (phantom of the opera) x GN reader with childhood trauma

I don’t know how long this’ll be I just have the thought in my mind and I want to write it.

Warnings; mentions of childhood trauma, night terrors

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Waking up in fight or flight mode isn’t exactly the best way to wake up. Slowly sitting up and looking over at a clock in your room, you can see it’s the dead of night. Sighing to yourself you move so your back is in the corner of your bed and bring your knees up to your chest to hug them. You need to calm down, you need to remind yourself you’re not there anymore, but the fear in your chest just won’t go away.

You don’t know how long it’s been when you stare at the floor, your hearing going haywire. It almost feeling like you’re a statue, you’re paralyzed. After a long while your body finally gives you mobility again, you can’t let this overload you again, you have to be around someone. Thankfully your lover is most likely awake at this hour composing music. Your mind going on autopilot didn’t even bother to put on shoes as you find the nearest catacombs entrance and make your way to him.

The rocks at your feet help a little getting you to remember where you are, you stare at the floor the whole way to his layer, almost like you’re sleep walking. Erik heard you long before he even saw you and he paused writing his music. Concerned you’re up this late, he looked down the pathway you’re taking and sees you looking like a zombie. Now very worried he practically runs up to you and cups your cheek.

“Mon amour? What’s going on?” Erik says with soft eyes. You say nothing, your voice hasn’t come back to you yet. Instead you just grip onto the hand holding your cheek. Leaning into it you can’t help but feel tears start to well. Erik noticed this and was stunned, he has never seen you cry before.

Snapping out of it he swoops you up and walks back into his layer, sitting on his bed. Your legs draped over his, your face buried in his neck crying your heart out, and your arms that we're hanging onto him for dear life. It all broke his heart.

“Mon amour,” he whispered as he cradled you in his arms. “Je t’aime, please tell me what's wrong. Who caused these tears?” kissing your shoulder, your tears start to calm down letting you speak.

“It's childish really,” you say lifting your head to meet his eyes, “this is all because of a silly nightmare.” you chuckle to yourself about how ridiculous this reason was to you. To Erik, this only made him more worried. You have never broken down like this in all the time he's known you, and for a ‘silly’ nightmare this doesn't seem childish, only very concerning.

“If it is making you weep Id say it isn't silly or childish,” he says bringing a gloved hand to your face and wiping tears off your cheek. “May I ask what it was about?” Eriks' voice was so sweet, so calming, you couldn’t hide the truth.

With a deep sigh you answered, “it was about my childhood,” adverting your eyes from his, you stare at the velvet bedsheets, “it wasn’t the happiest mon amour.” Leaning into his neck again you pleaded witha broken voice, “please let me stay, I don't want to be alone.”

Now, it's Eriks' turn to cry. His eyes became blurry as you clung to him again, your pleading words broke his heart. Never in a million years did he wish for you to have a similar life as him, especially cruelty. He gently leaned back on the bed and made sure both of you were relaxed. He started rubbing your back and whispered praise and comforting words into your hair.

“You’re here mon amour, you’re safe, no one will hurt you, not as long as I’m here. Je t’aime.”

When your breath finally calmed, you kissed his neck as a thank you. Shuddering slightly, he meets your gaze. “If you ever want to talk about it, please share with me. I don’t doubt you already assumed I also have a bad childhood, that is true. So I would not mind listening to you.” Erik said with a half smile.

“Thank you mon ange, maybe in the morning, for right now I think its best we both sleep.” You nestle your head back into his shoulder, and release a deep sigh. He kissed the top of your head and whispered good night.

“I love you Erik”

“Je t’aime, mon amour, je t’aime”

The last thought Erik had as you two drifted to sleep, was maybe you two were more alike than it seemed.

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Part 2 in the 'NF(LFWUTB)' was posted.

First chapter of 'How Can One Little Street Swallow So Many Lives?' was published.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66951700

Sum.: Erik wakes up in the box, only there comes one big problem: he is claustrophobic.

!THIS IS A PART TWO IN A SERIES, IT WILL NOT MAKE SENSE WITHOUT READING THE FIRST PART!

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Masks down.

- an Erik/Phantom fluffy angst fan fic.

(I don’t write fan fiction as a hobby so if this is horrible I’m sorry, feel free to take my idea and expand on it if you wish.)

I’ve been seeing Erik for a little over a year now, I’m not sure what drew him to me, but he kept coming to see me. Leaving letters and roses for me, which led to rooftop meet up’s, which led to going down to his layer in the belly of the Opera House.

I have always had a little crush on the infamous Phantom, but until I interacted with him I was just like a teenage girl fantasizing about a book character. When I met him, it bloomed into something more, something that had actual substance and naive trust. Erik touched my hand so lightly like I was made of glass, spoke in a voice I could only dream of, and shared bits and pieces of his story with me. I was doomed to fall in love with this tormented person.

As much as I wish that he swoons for me as I swoon for him, I refuse to pry, the man has so many walls up I fear if I breathe incorrectly we’ll take a few steps back in our relationship. What I do know is that he gets into ruts, where he goes with minimal or no contact for a couple of days. Erik is currently in one, he hasn’t come up to see me in days, no flowers, no letters, deathly silent. While he usually comes back in a couple of days, it’s been almost a week and I fear the worst.

As much as I respect his boundaries, I need to know if he’s ok. Changing into a more walkable wardrobe I steal into the sliding glass entrance of the Prima Donna room. It was a cold dark walk with few candles lighting the way, but I was too focused on if Erik was ok to be bothered. As expected his organ can be heard playing twisted songs, the more I reached him the sadder it seemed to get.

Slowly walking into his layer from a back entrance, I saw him hunched over his organ in his more relaxed clothes, his wig gone but still had his mask on. Not wanting to scare the poor man, I tried tossing a pebble into the lake to get his attention. As soon as the bloop from the pebble was made, he straightened his back and looked in my direction.

“Erik I’m sorry if I’m not welcome, it’s just been too long without you, I needed to know if you were ok.” Nervously walking to him I stopped at the bottom of the steps that led to him.

“Leave,” Erik said harshly turning back to his music “forget me.”

“What? Why would I ever do that?”

“It’s not safe.” Brushing off my concern.

“Have the people from the Opera come down here? Have they threaten- ”

“No!” He suddenly snapped before softening his words “No… just please go, you’ll be better off without me.”

Oh… oh. That’s the type of rut he’s in.

“Erik I promise you whatever reason is making you think that, it isn’t true.” I saw Erik’s body tense up slightly from behind. “Erik I promise it’s ok to show emotion, there is no need to hide from me. I want to know you, even the more gloomy sides.”

“That’s the problem,” he said standing up from the organ, the chair screeching back from the force, “You’ll discover that you fear me as everyone else does, and I can’t handle you being scared of me, so please Y/N just go.” Erik’s words strained from his voice being caught in his throat.

“I’m a monster, I have killed, and I have tormented,” walking towards me in uneven steps he places his hands on my shoulders and looks down at me with his sorrow-filled eyes that are now spilling tears. “Someone like me does not deserve to be with someone like you. It would be a waste of affection. Please… go.” Erik’s voice is barely a whisper as he pleads to me.

Slowly closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. “Erik, let me tell you what I have discovered, I have discovered a man who has faced unjust harm, who doesn’t know how to properly show emotion.” His breath stuttered as I placed my hands below his jawline, trying to make sure he mentally stays present.

“While yes, he has taken it a step too far here and there, he has learned and he has grown, he still is. Even if he can be unbelievably stubborn at times.” I laugh to myself trying to coax a smile out of him, which only made him look down at the ground.

“While he isn’t perfect, I couldn’t imagine my life without being beside him, because I adore him. You caught my love way before you ever knew, I refuse to leave you Erik.”

Not waiting another moment I placed my lips on his, he took a moment to process what was going on, but soon enough he kissed back. It was deep and consuming, his arms wrapped around my torso pulling my body flush against his as he silently wept into the kiss. Pulling apart slowly I looked up at him and wiped his tears with my thumbs, my left hand going under his mask.

Erik slowly undid his mask, letting it fall to the floor before he leaned into my touch and kissed my palm.

“I am sorry, touching my carcass like face shouldn’t be the first time you see it.” He says slowly lifting his eyes to meet mine.

“Erik… don’t speak like that, looking at you I only see beauty, I see no carcass, no gargoyle. Just a handsome, stunning man.” My words instead of comforting him just made tears swell up more in his eyes. Erik slowly stepped backward, his arms against my back silently guiding me to his swan bed. Once his calves hit the side, like a kid with a new teddy bear, he gently picked me up and got into bed. Setting me down gently he buried his face into my neck, and his arms around my waist pulled me closer to him. We lay like that for the rest of the night. Silently stroking his hair and scalp, while he cried holding me close. Relaxing into each-others touch until we both faded into sleep.