Brahms Heelshire is sweet and caring, but a little obsessed. He's a clingy romantic. Tall and bulky. Quiet and mysterious. In arguments, he always wins, but if he doesn't, he'll play games with you. You had trouble tucking him into bed at times. He's touch-deprived. As time passed, he began kissing you and sneaking into your bed to sleep with you. He will sometimes avoid you and vanish, hiding behind the walls for some reason. He'd occasionally ask if he could take a bath with you. He's kissing your neck, holding your waist, and calling you by sweet nicknames. And then it gets sexual.

A Brahms Heelshire fanfic, written in 2015 by HeelshireBoi. TW: violence, blood, abuse, mature content, profanity [18+ Readers ONLY] A/N: This was my very first fanfic as an inexperienced writer. Please excuse any grammatical errors or plot-hole's in the storyline.

When Brahms finally reveals himself, no longer hiding behind the doll, Y/N is faced with the chilling reality of the man behind the mask. His obsession with her is overwhelming and there's twisted desire to keep her all to himself, forever. As she stares into his haunted eyes, Y/N wonders if she could ever feel for him what he so desperately craves. There's a strange pull between them that's fear, pity, and something darker. But regret creeps in, making her question if taking this job was the worst mistake of her life. Can she tame him, or is he too far gone? His love is a cage and be holds the key. Images or GIFs are not mine.

Brahms is strong, dangerous, unpredictable, and he's coming for you. It's time to use your wits, gather all your strength to survive his onslaught, because he's killed, hasn't he? This takes up where Cole/Joel is killed. You take the place of Greta. I've changed names for a couple of the main characters here to minimise copyright issues. There's no Malcolm so now it's just you and Brahms. Will you tame him? Will he allow that? Currently ongoing chapters where we finally get to see the full potential of Brahms, his backstory, his thoughts, fears and desires. What makes him tick, who he really is. What goes on inside his head. Beautiful, vicious, vulnerable, terrifying Brahms. Enjoy the ride! This work is inspired by The Boy movie directed by William Trent Bell and written by Stacey Menear.

[Completed] A town which you didn't know. You ran away from your parents, traveled to different towns all on your own. Town by town, so many nice people towards you but bad at you at the same time. You arrived at a town where the heelshire mansion can be found. You know the story of the heelshire and their one and only son who murdered a girl when he's eight but died on the fire. But you still believed that that kid who is known to be deceased is still alive wandering around the mansion of the heelshire. - I am inspired by so many authors and now I decided to write my book ♡ Status - Finished - Brahms heelshire x reader 7.30.21 -

{ Book 1 of the Marino Series } "Don't ever walk alone." My mother once said. Well, about that... I might've walked alone & witnessed a brutal murder. If it isn't the consequences of my own actions... I witnessed a murder & now I've gained a stalker, a man who's dangerous & a psychopath. Well a sexy psychopath. Emilio Marino. READ!!👇🏾 !Warning! This story contains, violence, smut, A LOT OF NAMING CALLING, humor & death. If you cannot handle neither of these, do not read stink🧍🏽‍♀️. Started: 09/05/22 Finished: 03/09/23

[last updated: November 15, 2022] A Brahms Heelshire fanfic, written in 2018 by HeelshireBoi. TW: violence, blood, verbal abuse, alcohol usage, animal violence, profanity, mature content [18+ Readers ONLY] A/N: This is my favorite Brahms fanfic that I've written out of the three. If you've read my earlier work, you'll notice there is a drastic difference in my writing. Aside from there being a lot more smut, my writing skills have definitely improved over the years. Although this may be the last Brahms fanfic I write, I will still be posting Brahms related content on other platforms. Check out my Tiktok, Twitter, and/or YouTube for more! Links are in my bio.

A Brahms Heelshire fanfic, written in 2016 by HeelshireBoi. TW: violence, blood, abuse, mature content, attempted rape, profanity [18+ Readers ONLY] A/N: My second fanfic while still being an amateur writer. Please excuse any grammatical errors and plot-holes in the storyline.

(Y/N) has been on the move, running away from the mistakes that they have caused in their past. Eventually, they come across a Manner that seems abandoned. Overgrown plants, dusty windows, it would be a great place to hide out for a minute. Of course, not unless they earn their keep first. After the first day, they had found a porcelain doll sitting not too far away from where they slept, sitting on a meticulously designed chair, with a note in their lap. (Cover art is by Domomodraws on Tumblr. If you are Donomodraws and you wish for me to remove this drawing, let me know and I'll be glad to do so.)

"The Caregiver and the Mob Boss" ❦ Avelina makes her money by taking care of those who can't take care of themselves. When she is handed a case about a man who had needed a personal caregiver, she accepts. One thing Avelina never anticipated was the dangerous lifestyle he lived. Not only that, but she didn't expect for him to be so incredibly good-looking. Adrik Zolotov, the Russian mobster that everyone called "Mad Hatter". His insanity and crave for blood left him the most feared man of all. All he wanted was power and those around him to fear him. For a man recently diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome, everyone believed him to be emotionally incapable of ever loving anyone. . . Imagine their surprise when he meets Avelina. ❦ "Mr. Zolotov, I have to make sure you bathe before I leave. It's apart of my jobs protocol," she said softly. The truth was that he made her feel nervous. There was so much coldness and evil in his eyes, it left a chill to run down her spine. "Fine," he stated before walking over to his bathtub. Her eyes followed his movements as he pulled off his shirt causing her to lick her lips and quickly look away. She could hear the sound of more clothes falling onto the ground until the sound of water running littered her eardrums. "You assist when asked, isn't that right?" He asked. Slowly, she opened her eyes to see that he had already gotten into the shower. "Yes," Avelina answered. "Bathe me." ❦ Dangerously far from cliché