#erik headcanons

[musaeaeternae]

Erik Kobayashi Headcanons

He's immune to any and every poison. In fact, he can consume them and gain power from them.

He is an S-Class Wizard and his power is something that he doesn't use unless he has to do so.

He's typically not intimate with anyone if he worries about their ability to withstand his poison. Especially since he knows it can be inside his various bodily fluids.

People with strong defenses, stone or metal, are those that he can see himself with possibly.

Maybe other Dragons in general.

He's got a small cabin deep in the woods that very few people can find.

He grows various different poisonous plants that he eats in salads when he wants to. While he does eat normal food too, sometimes he seasons his own with dried poisonous plants.

Spicy food is something he's come to enjoy. Alcohol has no effect on him since it's a poison in and of itself.

[locke-writes]

Okay, Re-Phrasing my ask with specifications this time! 😅

H/C's for Erik from "The Phantom Of The Opera" where the reader is a MAJOR fan of his and comes to seek his help because they have trouble sleeping?

(I'm not talking about insomnia, I'm talking about being so used to being a night owl but the reader's body betrays them and wakes them up at like 6 even though they went to sleep at like midnight--)

*Once again, I apologize for not specifying the first time.*

There isn’t a rule expressly forbidding anyone from wandering the catacombs, it’s just more or less understood that you probably shouldn’t

Still, without a rule in place you find yourself heading to the lake underneath the opera house more often then not

You really hadn’t meant to go exploring that first time, hadn’t meant to stumble upon Erik’s home and yet it had occurred

Stories were told around the opera house about the phantom that lived deep within the tunnels, stories about his antics with actors and composers that he disliked

And they were told as stories but deep down you knew that there was a truth to them

Maybe the details themselves were exaggerated but the actual event overall had occurred, you felt it

Of course you really had no way of knowing that eventually you would be proven correct

If you thought about it enough maybe you’d have been able to pinpoint when your sleep schedule had been corrupted

Staying up late was nothing, you’d been doing that for years, it was the fact that unwillingly you kept waking up early in the morning

Eventually your body would understand when you really needed to wake up, that’s what you had tried convincing yourself

Never had that been the case, never had you gone to be and then woken up at a reasonable time

No, you’d fall asleep around one in the morning and the next thing you knew it was six in the morning, not time for work but what else could you do

Try as you might once you were awake there was no going back to sleep

If Erik was real, if the sheet music that had been found after the opera house had burned was created by him, then maybe he would be able to help you

Fighting off yawns that mean nothing since if you lie back down you’ll just be staring at the ceiling for hours you walk down into the depths of the opera house not sure what you’ll see just that you’ll know when you arrive

Really you hear it before you see him, hear the sound of him working away at something new

He pauses and you know that he’s heard you, rushing out and speeding through explanations hoping that he’ll understand, hoping that he’ll be willing to listen further to the reason why and not just your explanation of you you are

There isn’t much acknowledgment beyond a not and a gesture to step forward but this is really more than you were anticipating

And this may be the first time you meet but it won’t be the last, not even the last for the reason being that you can’t sleep

Any time you do appear with that lingering exhaustion he’ll talk with you about whatever you want hoping that talking will get your mind off of how you feel

Might suggest that you lay down on a lounger he has or even in his bed

Will absolutely play music for you when you’re there

He knows you might not sleep, might not even do anything more than shut your eyes and listen

Yet he’ll be there no matter what because he knows that you’ll be there for him

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[locke-writes]

Headcanons for Erik from PotO. Modern AU. He has tattoos to cover his body and the reader is fascinated by them and always reminds him how beautiful he actually is.

When he was younger Erik used to cover his scars with clothing

It was easy this way to wear items that covered everything and he became so used to having no part of him exposed

As he grew it became easier to cover them with tattoos

The first few that he received had no meaning to him, they weren’t meant to

He wanted them to be large pieces, he wanted them to cover his scars and he wanted an artist that could do them well

When he looked in the mirror it was easier to pay attention to the artwork on his skin rather than the disfigurement itself

The first time you see his tattoos Erik expects you to leave, he expects you to notice what they are covering and never return to him again

Rather he doesn’t expect you to ask about them, doesn’t expect compliments on them and he certainly doesn’t expect you to be so cavalier about his scars

You know Erik’s moods, they’ve become easier to spot the more that you come to know him

You know when he despises the scars, know when he despises the tattoos because he thinks they don’t cover everything well enough

He wants no one to see the skin underneath, no one to understand the truth of what he is covering

The first time that you trace his tattoos he finds himself oddly calmed

It’s a form of intimacy he wasn’t prepared for but one he finds he will not push away

Whenever you end up tracing his tattoos you remind him of what you feel for him

He’s not been to open about his past and you have no desire to pressure him into any form of confession

However you do want to remind him of how you see him, that he is beautiful, that the tattoos while beautiful are not necessary unless he wishes them to be

You love him in whatever way he wishes to show himself to you

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[locke-writes]

Headcanon for Erik (POTO) where the reader dances for him in his lair, thank you

You’d been hired as a dancer and had only recently begun

The stories you’d heard had intrigued you but you’d merely thought them stories

There was no such thing as the Opera Ghost and he certainly did not take an interest in those who were part of the opera

Even with strange occurrences happening before some performances you still refused to believe

And then one day you’d been dared to walk through the the catacombs

This was when you stumbled upon Erik in his lair

Fear was felt entirely through that first meeting and while you wanted to run back to safety, you remained in your place

Erik was surprised you’d stayed, surprised you’d offered to speak with him, to listen to his music

From then on you visited whenever you could

While you couldn’t be certain you had the feeling that Erik began watching each of your performances

It was an idea you’d had in the middle of one of these performances that led you back into the catacombs late at night

You knew you should be getting rest, you knew that Erik would be angry with you for not taking your craft seriously but still, the idea plagued you and would not let you go

After all, he had shared his art with you when he showed it to no one else, the least you could do was to dance for him

There was no stage in his lair making gaining your footing somewhat difficult and when Erik offered to play music for you, you refused

This was as much for him as it was for you, vying for his true opinion

Music, or rather his focus on the piano, would have diminished all that you were trying to do

You dared only glance at him in the middle of a pirouette and found his gaze matching each movement

He was following you as though you were a dancer on a music box, completely enthralled

There was a connection between the two of you, a connection that Erik had never received with anyone

Although he wouldn’t dare it, Erik was tempted to take your hand and dance with you

[locke-writes]

HCs (Valentine's Day) for teaching Erik (poto) how to dance and him loving it? Thank you!

Living underneath the opera house, Erik had picked up on a few skills

Dancing is not one of them

He sees the dancers, can predict the next step, but he has no real interest in dancing

Erik’s just always been drawn to the music, to the voices that sing and to the hands that compose it, but he’s never been drawn to the feet which dance

You've known the difficulty that would come from being drawn into the underbelly of the opera house

The rumors being true weren’t something that horrified you, they intrigued you

And stumbling upon Erik while he was writing his opera was a benefit (although maybe it wasn’t viewed as such upon the first meeting)

Over time you began to know him, to understand him. And in turn he began to know you.

Love followed friendship, blending seamlessly together to the point where you didn’t even remember just when the nature of the relationship had changed.

It was because he loved you that Erik used Valentine’s Day as a way for you’re gift to be something you had wanted for some time

You knew he could never go above the opera house, but you could enjoy the opera and any performance from his private box

There had been a offhand comment once, something said about wanting Erik to dance but knowing it was something he might never agree to

He wasn’t interested and you weren't going to pressure him

To say you were surprised when his gift to you was to actually learn how yo dance would be an understatement

Beginning with the basics was easy enough. Erik stumbling once or twice yet knowing just when to catch up. He wrote music and it was easy for him to dance to the time of the song chosen

While it may not have been the gift he wished he could give you he was glad that you seemed to be pleased by his gesture.

And whether or not he would admit it in the first lesson, Erik was enjoying himself

[a-ghost-on-the-roof]

Now that we've seen your Christine HC's, I'd very much love to see the headcanoncs you have for your Erik😣💕💕💕💖

And here they are!

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Christine's headcanons - Raoul headcanons

[locke-writes]

Could I request a HC for Phantom Erik. For him helping you figure out your talent to present to the managers, so you can be employed at the Opera Populaire? Could be dancing, singing, making backdrops or costumes,playing an instrument? You decide. 😊

AN: I chose musician, specifically pianist for this!

Christine had chosen Raoul, that much was now evident to Erik

Try as he might he slowly came to the realization that she had never been his and that she would never be his

She did not feel about him the way he felt about her

The Angel of Music as she called him was all he would ever be but he would forever see her as his muse, or so he believed

You often slipped unnoticed around the opera

An office worker you took messages, wrote down what was to be put on posters, and made sure meetings were attended on time

The stories of the Phantom and of his being Christine’s teacher were well known at this time

Part of you wished he had become your teacher

Dreams never truly left a person and your long held dream of being a member of the opera always remained

The only issue was, you had no idea what role you could ever play in the opera

While you wouldn’t call it stage fright you would admit you hated being the center of attention

Participating in the opera as a singer was far out of the question

As was being a builder or a painter, you could follow instructions well but the creativity that came with creating such magnificent pieces you couldn’t fathom

You were aware of some structure but there was still free reign to choose color and paint how you wished, something you feared you would somehow go wrong

Erik often noticed you wandering around the stage late at night thinking, or dreaming rather

There was a piece of him that was still longing for Christine but you had caught his eye, he thought of you, of what you did every night on that stage

Months passed before he ever spoke a word to you

The voice floated up from below the stage and at once you knew who was speaking

Erik believed you would be afraid, yet there was no fear only wonder

Night after night you spoke to one another, Erik venturing out underneath the stage to meet you when the rest of the workers had gone

Night after night the two of you spoke and delved deep into the possibility of your talent

You told him about what had been said about your voice and how you feared you could never build a set or paint a background

But while you had doubts about yourself Erik had none

Time and again a new talent was explored and while they may not have succeeded it was better to know than to forever wonder

And then it changedYou’d gone through everything that would keep you on the stage and Erik encouraged you to head into the pit

Touching the sheet music that had been left there overnight you hoped to feel a connection to something even if the instrument itself was not there.

Nothing brought forth a connection until you brushed you hand over the keys of the orchestra piano.

Sitting on the piano bench you told Erik that this was what your talent was or at least what you would make your talent be

Erik was pleased but kept quiet when it came to his approval of an instrument. Knowing how to play made it much easier to teach

You made him swear that he would play no tricks in order to get you hired as an opera player and he did not

For months you learned and practiced in the dead of night until finally you begged to be given an audition

In his opera box not even two weeks later Erik sat proudly watching not the performance on the stage but you there sitting in the pit

[themerrymutants]

Project Enigma headcanon

To try and cut down on the possibility of her being connected to the Project Nyx conditioned her soldiers to never say her name instead referring to her as “She” and “Her”.