phantom of the opera x reader oneshots

my dear roses

I skipped through the muddy allotment with soil on my hands and on my short, baby blue dress, the two french braids swaying every step I took. suddenly I heard crying. I couldn't bear the thought of anyone being sad. it pained me to think that someone on this earth was miserable. 

I peered through the gate and saw a man next to a rose bush, crying. he was mumbling something, but I couldn't make it out. I walked to the man's allotment gate and walked over to him. I sat down and asked:

"est-ce queue ca va? (are you okay?)"

" non, madame, my rose bush, it is dying. my roses are so important to me."

" here, let me help you."

I helped the man stand up and I put on my gardening gloves and pulled my sketchpad out of my basket.

" here, I have a list of things you must do to keep them alive," I said as I flipped through

I read them out one by one.

"have you fertilized them?"

"yes."

"deadheaded them"

"mhmm"

"do you measure the amount of water?"

"yes, I do"

"Oh. usually, that catches people off guard"

the man hung his head low. I noticed a tear escape his eye.

"ah!" the man's head shot up once I spoke. " I have a special spray for my roses. I will get it from my shed." 

"thank you, Mrs..."

"y/n. y/n y/l/n"

"thank you, y/n"

"no problem monsuier"

"Please, call me Erik."

"Okay, Erik."

I skipped off to get the spray and a few minutes later, I returned.

"thank you again, y/n" he smiled

"come, we will tend to your roses"

I walked over to the roses and sprayed the roots with the spray

"here, I will give you my other bottle."

I passed him the small, dirty bottle

" give them 2 sprays of this every day, and they will heal In about a month"

"alright"

"well, I will be back tomorrow."

I walked back to the gate

"y/n?"

"yes?"

"thank you very much, I don't know how to repay you."

"oh, you needn't."

I left and skipped my way back to my allotment

~time skip~(next morning)

I awoke to the sound of knocking at my door.

I pulled on my night robe and walked to the door

I answered the door and a mailman appeared.

"madame, ceci est pour vous" (Mrs, this is for you)"

"merci"

I closed the door and opened the letter.

dear y/n

thank you for your help in restoring my roses to health. I don't know how I can repay you, but I hope this will suffice

Erik

inside the parchment was a gorgeous rose, its color a dark crimson.

how the hell did he find my adress.