Hello! May I please request something with Erik and platonic!reader please? (Feminine or neutral pronouns) In which Erik gets to experience friendship stuff like someone being around him just because they wanted to, or giving without expecting anything in return? Our boi would be so soft for his bestest friend
First of all, thank you for the request! You are so right (!), Erik would be so soft for his best friend🥺😊 I hope it’s okay I’m writing this as a headcanon and I hope you like it!
Pairing: Erik x gn!reader (platonic)
You never expected to find a friend in the infamous Phantom of the Opera Populaire. In fact, you never expected to know him as more than a teacher.
You had heard of his previous student, the celebrated soprano Christine Daaé, and how her skills had flourished after being taught by the mysterious figure hidden in the dark.
When you had first met him, as intimidating, dark, and full of himself that he was, your only thoughts had been about improving your musical abilities.
After a mere week of knowing him, your focus had shifted from solely being on your music to trying to find some way to connect with him as more than a student.
After a month, he was more than just a teacher to you. He had become a friend. And you could tell that he hadn’t had many of those in his life.
So you went out of your way to make sure that you could be the kind of friend he deserved.
Outside of the music teaching, you made sure to spend time with him, even if that time was just the two of you sitting together at the organ as Erik (he had told you his name, his real one, after the first week the two of you had spent time together) scribbled notations on his compositions.
You started leaving things behind after you left. It started with little notes, ones thanking him for the help, reminding him to look to the good in the day, or ones that simply said you were thinking of him. You eventually started leaving behind little melodies, ones you had created that combined your new compositions and your favorites of Erik’s.
After trips outside of the opera house to the streets of Paris, you would stop in Erik’s cavern and set a flaky croissant or a small fruit on his writing-table to remind him you were thinking of him.
Erik always thanked you profusely after he found whatever it is you left behind or as the two of you would part ways after spending time together. He always said the same thing, “Thank you Y/N. I am not worthy of this friendship you have given me, but I appreciate it. I appreciate you.”
His gratitude always reminded you just how truly special this friendship was, to both you and him.
