Your (h/c) hair done up, you would fly across the stage gracefully. You were smiling, oblivious to the wide eyes watching from the other side of your mirror.Įrik had always found you beautiful, watching you dance from his private box whenever he had the chance.
Before you knew it, you were fully naked and dancing like a woman in a Renaissance painting. You took pauses in your dance to undress further, though never fully stopping the song in your mind. You hummed a few notes to the songs you typically danced to instead, losing yourself in the music as you spun around the room. As you slipped out of the sparkly, feathered costume, you began to sing to yourself. Something inside you told you that is was necessary though, and you chose to. You locked your door, something that never did.
You brushed this off, continuing on your way to go change. As you made your way towards your dressing room to change out of your costume you could have sworn you were being watched it was as if there were eyes following your every move. You left dance practice the same as any other day, grabbing your bags and bidding Meg a goodbye. Pairing: Erik Destler/The Phantom of the Opera x Readerĭo you do Phantom x Reader fics? If so could I request some smut where Erik has a wet dream of the reader who works in the theatre? Thank you in advance :)Ī/N: I just watched Love Never Dies on BroadwayHD and all my phantom feelings came backĪ/N 2.0: I watched Love Never Dies at least a year and a half ago by now but this was in my drafts so lets give it a go!
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