Brahms Heelshire x Reader
(Warning: gore imagery, but not too much)
It wasn't every day when your boyfriend who practically lived within the walls of his own home decides to clean himself up for you. It's a rare occurrence, feel proud and feel lucky. He wasn't wearing his mask when he stepped out of the bathroom either, so I got to see that cute face of his. "(Y/N)? Stop staring at me like that, you're making me self conscious.." Brahms mumbled as I blinked myself back into reality. Standing up, I wrapped the blanket around me as I came over to him, kissing all over his face. "I'm sorry if my staring made you subconscious, Brahmsy, but I love your face." He smiled softly at my words, brushing my hair out of my face, "thank you, sweetheart. Now, let's go back to bed, we don't have to do anything with it raining outside. Could you grab a book too please? I'd like for you to read to me." I giggled at his suggestion, then grabbed one of his favorite books as he got comfy in bed under the blankets. Crawling into bed next to him, I got comfortable then opened to the first page.
It was peaceful in the Heelshire manor, until it wasn't. Just as lightning struck the earth, the front doors to the home burst open with a loud thud. Pictures could be heard clattering to the floor from downstairs, and that wasn't what woke Brahms from his peaceful slumber. It wasn't the shouting coming from downstairs or the breaking of porcelain and glass. No, it was my fucking scream as the intruder got my collarbone with a porcelain shard. It wasn't his prized possessions hitting the floor in millions of pieces, it was me. That warmed my heart in ways unknown. But of course, Brahms wasn't going to come down the stairs like a normal person. I clasped my hand over the wound on my neck to stop the bleeding as I stood my ground, gripping the kitchen knife I grabbed to defend myself. A loud thumping could be heard from within the walls, causing a distraction as I silently slipped away to get a wet towel. A crash was what drew me away from the safety of the kitchen, like every dumb blonde in those horror films I used to watch. Except I wasn't going to be the one to die, I was smart enough to survive, and besides, I didn't even have blonde hair. I kept to the doorway as I watched Brahms duke it out with the intruder, the unfortunate soul wasn't winning in the slightest. I couldn't look away no matter how much I wanted to, my eyes kept me in the known of how this man was going to die. Brahms had him pinned to the wall at this point in time, small cutting knife gripped tightly in hand as he stared the intruder in the face. "Now, what have I always told you about intruders, (Y/N)?" I swallowed the lump in my throat as I met Brahm's gaze, "th-they get punished?" I could hear the grin on Brahm's face as he nodded in agreement, "yes, they get fucking punished." Covering my eyes, I heard the knife rip through skin. The sound of rushing "water" was evidence to my claim that he had finished the job. Uncovering my eyes, I saw the man in a heap on the floor. Eyes wide yet unseeing, the pure unadulterated fear still evident as Brahms wiped the blood on his blade off onto his shirt. The horrific, gnarly gash showed me that I couldn't finish the job no matter how much I wanted to protect this house. But, I didn't need to worry about that, Brahms would always do those heinous things for me. "Come on, (Y/N). Let's go upstairs and take your mind off of this. How about I read this time?" He reached out and took my hand, knocking me out of my thoughts. "H-huh? What did you say Brahms? I'm sorry, my mind was somewhere else." He gently squeezed my hand and turned my head to look at his now unmasked face, "let's go back upstairs, (Y/N). I'll read this time, ok?" Smiling softly, I nodded, "ok Brahmsy, let's go upstairs."
