Author's Note: Writing about Brahms makes my day better. I swear it does. By the way, I'm trying to keep one shots on the smaller side at the moment. I hope you guys don't mind. I don't have the energy at the moment to write my usual 3000 word chapters.
Requested by: Mouse_Casper123
Warnings/Other Notes: None really, GN Reader, Headcanons & One-Shot (small), just some general fluffiness.
I hope you all enjoy it!
• The first time Brahms came across your collections it was by accident.
• He was looking for something and ended up opening the wrong drawer.
• In it were neatly aligned butterfly knives.
• He was absolutely fascinated because they were all so different.
• "You know, I collect other things too," you said when you found him in the drawer.
• You then went on to show him a box you had full of colorful rocks.
• And that's when Brahms really lit up.
• He will literally spend hours going through your collections if you let him.
• He would look and inspect every single thing you have because he's just so fascinated.
• He's a big fan of any trinket that reminds him of nature, so the rocks are definitely his favorite.
All Brahms needed was a pen. He had no intention of stumbling across your knife collection. He knew they must have been yours because he didn't own any butterfly knives.
He didn't know you collected anything. To say the least, he was intrigued and pleasantly surprised.
He took out one of the knives and twirled it in his fingers, examining its design.
"I see you found my collection," you said.
Brahms jumped a bit at the sudden sound of your voice. He almost dropped the knife as he turned around.
You had been watching him the whole time and he hadn't noticed.
"'Sorry," he said, putting the knife back.
"There's no need to apologize," you said.
You went to one of the bookshelves in the room. At the top was a medium-sized box. Brahms had never really noticed it.
You pulled the box down and handed it to him.
"Knives aren't the only thing I collect. I have a lot of things," you said
He sat the box down on the inn table and opened it.
"I collect rocks as well," you said.
Without hesitation, Brahms started to go through them.
"Where did you find them?" he asked.
"All over the place," you said.
Brahms was honestly impressed. He had never seen such a large collection of rocks, let alone ones that were so colorful and unique.
A few days later you were in the kitchen. You had heard Brahms go out the front door but didn't think anything of it. But once an hour went by you started to get a bit worried. Before you could go see what he was doing, he was coming through the backdoor in the kitchen.
"What have you been doing," you asked.
Your eyes wandered down and noticed that his sweater pockets were full. He reached in and began pulling out rocks. He placed them down on the dining room table. You couldn't help but giggle a little bit.
"Are these for me?" you asked.
"Mhm," he hummed.
You walked over to him and gave him a little kiss on the side of his mask.
"Thank you so much. You're so sweet," you said.
Now anytime Brahms sees a cool rock, he gives it to you for your collection. It's a really sweet gesture.