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Brahms Heelshire x Reader

Requested by -badboiTM-

TW: Self Harm, Blood, Bleeding, S/H Comfort

This one is a little shorter, I hope you don't mind. Tysm for the requests. I enjoyed writing them and if you ever need to talk my dms are open!

Tears streamed from your eyes as your hands moved around the vanity in your restroom frantically. Items knocked to the floor loudly as your wrists burned red steering on the countertop from where it dripped down from your marred flesh.

Pain inflicted wounds stung where they lay embedded in your skin reminding you of what you had done.

"No- no- no-" you cried out. Where were they? You crouched down tearing open the cabinet drawers below the sink pulling practically everything out in a manic rage. You had to find bandages. The cabinet was empty and you threw yourself back onto the floor, hands gripping your hair, blood dripping down your arms before dripping off your elbows. Splattering on the white linoleum beneath you.

You didn't even hear it when Brahms had approached, he was always so silent. He reached out his fingers brushing your arm lightly. You jolted hands flying from your head making him pull back slightly. "Brahms," you breathed out through tears. You held your palms up in front of you in disbelief and shame looking at him "[Y/n]," he said softly, the worry ringing in his voice rattling in your skull, pounding guilt into your mind. "It won't stop b-bleeding," you choked out just as Brahms pulled a roll of bandages from his pocket "I'm sorry." you cried out.

He shushed you softly.

"Can I?" He asks tenderly his fingers ghosting just above your split wrists. You pushed your arms towards him your mouth shut tight as tears rolled down your cheeks in shame. "Please," Brahms didn't need to be told twice.

His arms wrapped around you pulling you onto his lap so your back was flushed to his front. He took off his cardigan letting it rest on your lap as a sort of blanket and comfort item.

Focused, Brahms worked carefully wrapping your arms as he looked over your shoulder, eyebrows drawn together in intense focus. Apologies continued to fly from your lips all while Brahms hushed you. Sweet words falling from his mouth. Finishing up, the man secured the bandages shifting to let his arms secure themselves around your waist. His hold was tight but comforting. Wonderfully smothering.

His lips connected with the top of your head as he held you rocking slowly. Occasionally he let one of his arms leave your waist his fingers whipping away your tears.

He listened to you as you rambled, your nails biting into his forearms occasionally. Even as crescent-shaped marks formed on his skin he didn't pull away or flinch. Brahms only continues to hold you through your pain.

"You're alright." he assured you even as pain prickled from where the tips of your fingers dug into him "I promise, you're alright [Y/n]." his words were spoken without hesitance, his voice never wavering. He meant every word he said as he helped you shoulder your pain in the best way he knew how.

"No one will hurt you when I'm here." He promised his words sinking into your mind offering you a brief calm in the middle of a hurricane of emotions. You let yourself lean back pushing into his chest. His weight pressed against you was soothing, it ensured you he was there.

It ensured you that he wasn't leaving anytime soon.