Brook is so underrated and literally has no headcanons, so could you please write a platonic Brook with a young reader who gets inspired to be a musician after seeing one of his shows? I think that would be so sweet!! Thank you!!
𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 .✦ ݁˖
.✦ ݁˖ pairing: brook x gn!reader (platonic)
.✦ ݁˖ genre: comfort ! (headcanons + short story)
.✦ ݁˖warnings: none! (please tell me if there's any)
.✦ ݁˖ note: the reader is mentioned to be struggling in their current situation
.✦ ݁˖ summary: After giving up on your dream of becoming a famous musician, attending the concert your friend dragged you to ends up changing your mind, and life for the better.
.✦ ݁˖ word count: 1.1k
.✦ ݁˖ a/n: I LOVED THIS REQUEST SM! I'm a big music lover so this resonated well with me. I LOVE BROOK he deserves more luv!! I also didn't know whether u wanted js headcanons so I made both headcanons and a lil oneshot! Hope I did your request well!!
HEADCANONS ⛧♛
◆ Brook loves to perform— his first language was music. Sound and vibration exist in everything, so he takes advantage of their existence, and turns sound into music, and music into connection.
◆ Before every performance, he wishes that he’ll be able to inspire those who listen to him. His goal is not just to please the ears, but to touch the heart, and encourage the soul to reach out for their dreams.
◆ After leaving the entertainment industry and going back to being a pirate, Usopp mentions a new, young, and famous musician he’s seen in the newspapers.
◆ Brook is very much intrigued, because he’s a lover of all music, and those who keep the beauty of it alive.
◆ When Usopp reads out the article, with a direct quote from you saying that you got inspired after attending multiple Soul King concerts, Brook felt achieved, grateful, and emotional all at the same time.
◆ He stood down from his role in the industry as Soul King, yet the love, and soul he put into all of his past performances continues to live on in every person he’s inspired.
◆ To him, that was his “I made it.” moment as an artist.
ONESHOT ⛧♛
Your room was a museum of all the things you loved before— the guitar collecting dust in the corner, keyboard whose keys have turned a different shade of white, and broken drumsticks you’ve never thought to throw out.
Music had been the one thing your heart wanted to pursue. Though, various reasons had stopped you from doing so. Picking up an instrument to you meant resparking the hope you tried so hard to kill. Yet, the thought of parting ways with your instruments meant that you were truly over them, and that’s not something you could bear to admit.
Your friend had a spare ticket to a new artist called “Soul King” and offered for you to have it. Almost instinctively, your hands reached out to get it, yet they trembled as you brought them back to rest beside you. Concerts used to be an escape for all your troubles in the world, whether you knew the artist or not. Now, they served as a reminder for the air castle dream you gave up on.
Long story short, your friend had dragged you all the way there, and a part of you gave in to your temptations. At first you complained, and tried to distract yourself by finding a way to sneak out of the crowd before the concert could even start, but mid-way, with the exit already in your sights, Soul King’s voice reached out to you, speakers blaring out his voice, as you felt the beat of the song match the rhythm of your heart.
Pausing in your stride, the emotion he put into his voice turned your head back to look at him, now unable to move from where you are. Almost as if he hypnotized you, the thought of an exit dispersed from your mind, and you stood there, enjoying the concert. Not all artists put heart, and soul when they sing, you thought. That’s the moment you decided to support him all the way.
He swiftly rose as an artist, becoming the most famed singer, and musician across the entire globe. Though there was a crowd the first time, each and every concert grew his crowd exponentially, and that made you realize, maybe you could become a musician too.
From there, you worked hard, and practiced. Soul King became your sole inspiration. He became the person— or skeleton, who reminded you that you could do it too.
Though your fame hadn’t reached the level of his yet, you were growing as a musician, and people started appreciating you more. They attended your gigs— a small crowd formed at your first concert— and you thought, this might be how Soul King felt.
Before going on stage for your concert in 5 minutes, a marine officer had informed your staff that the StrawHats were on the island, whilst the others started being stationed everywhere across the venue to keep everyone safe. To you, there was no danger in that statement. Excitement grew within you, and you decided to sneak out quickly to find the Soul King.
Low and behold, you found him, together with the other StrawHats on the island. They seemed to be scouting for resources for their ship. You were hesitant at first to approach Soul King. Your concert was starting in 5 minutes and everyone was surely panicking to find you now, but this was an opportunity you couldn’t risk. You’d just apologize for being late to your fans later.
“Hey- uh…” You say, approaching the skeleton, as he turned to face you. Immediately, his eyes lit up… If he still had them.
"You! You’re the new musician I’ve heard about!”
“You’ve heard of me?” You asked in shock.
“Why, of course I have! How could I not have heard of such a great, young musician like you? Yohohoho!”
You smiled, and placed a hand on your chest thoughtfully.
“Well I’m flattered. It’s all because of you.” You said, gratitude in your tone.
"Yohohoho! Well that touches my heart… If I had a heart!” He starts laughing once more, as you do so as well.
“Back then…” You continued.
"I thought I had no hope of pursuing my dreams as a musician…” You paused.
"Then I attended your concert… And it’s like something clicked in me. I owe everything to you.”
He smiled at you delightfully.
"Well, I’m glad that I managed to inspire your soul.” He says, tone going softer.
"That’s all I could ever ask for. It’s what music is for, after all.”
Before being able to respond, some marines yelled out his name, and the loud speakers from your concert venue started apologizing while saying that the start of the concert will be postponed by just a few minutes.
Without losing the chance, you take out a den den mushi for photos, and ask to take a picture with him, which he quickly signs before saying bye. Immediately after, he dashes off laughing.
You stand there in awe, and shock for a moment, then realize you have a concert to get to.
With a grin on your face, and the signed photo in hand, you hope to inspire as many souls as you can with your performance today.
Later in the crowd, while performing, you spot the skeleton trying to blend in with everyone… How did he even get in without getting caught by the marines…? You leave that thought for later pondering.
