Valentine's Day Special- Conversation Hearts
Happy Valentine's Day! As a treat here's a not-currently-canon-but-maybe-future-canon short for INSTAЯ as a part of the G/t Valentine's Prompt List.
Bram find's a new way to get his messages across.
Word count: 759
(Bonus there is some that will accompany this short- I'd just like to get a little farther on GtWAC and my comissions before taking the time to finish)
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“I know you washed your hands but there is something deeply wrong about that.”
Bram pulls back his hand from the batter with a glare, chirping incomprehensible words, yet the cadence made it clear he was mocking me by mimicking my chiding. Below us, Honey whines, desperate for her share of Bram’s stolen batter.
I return his glare, though I can't help but chuckle at his disdain as I shoo him away from the bowl. His eyes narrow as he chitters some sort of grievance at me, Honey’s pleas going unanswered as he makes quick work of the batter coating his claws.
The sight sends a chill down my spine.
Was that a tongue? I shudder, not wanting to think too long about the logistics of how his nightmarish mouth worked. I turn my focus away from what I'd come to recognize as his muttering and back to the task at hand, whisking in the pistachio cream and cardamom extract, the batter taking on an almost cozy scent. One by one, I fill the cupcake papers, a grin tugging at the corners of my lips at the thought of how nice the house would smell as they baked. The soft music playing nearly hid the sounds of his talons as they clicked across the countertop- thankfully, away from the batter.
It felt … good.
Normal even. Just to be able to ease into something familiar again, if only for a moment.
For just that singular moment, I could get lost in a fantasy where there wasn’t a tiny abomination trying to sneak a taste at the cupcake batter… A fantasy where Bram was… Bram and we were just a normal pair of people spending time together.
My relief didn’t last long, as the unmistakable sound of a plastic bag rustling broke through the cozy ambience.
I frown.
He’d, quite literally, gotten into the Conversation Hearts Clyde had dropped off that I’d been planning on using as toppers for the cupcakes.
“You overgrown cockroach,” I scold, though the smile that tugs at the corners of my lips dulls any edge the insult carries, “You act like I don’t feed you.”
The bag chirps with what I can only assume is some snide retort thrown my way. I sigh, smile still tugging at my lips as I move the tray to the oven. Had he always had such a sweet tooth, or was this something to do with -
A sort of whistling chirp abruptly pulls me away from my thoughts. I turn my attention to Bram- a conversation heart in his main set of arms. As I’m about to make a comment about his digustingly sweet choice of snack, he holds the heart out towards me and I feel my own freeze in my chest.
Oh.
I stare at him for a moment. What could have only been a second seeming to stretch far longer than reality should permit.
There was a dreadful feeling of both being caught off guard and knowing exactly where this was going- my brain rattling off various little sayings printed on those hearts.
Be mine
You’re cute
Love you
I felt heat rise to my face.
Kiss me
I swallow. I could only hope that my face didn’t show a fraction of the panic running full tilt through my mind. I mean, of course we’d grown to like each other's company- it’s not like there were any other options out here. All that time together… we’d grown closer but- How was I supposed to respond to this? If anything the majority of our time spent together was spent annoying one another- sure it had been teasing… but certainly not that kind of teasing! I chew on my lip, a strange feeling of dread brewing in my chest- would I break his heart?
Though another question seemed to itch the at the back of my mind,
Did I have to?
My heart thrums loudly in my ears, each beat feeling all too much like gunfire. I reach my hand out towards him, and he hands me the candy heart, his tail swishing behind him in anticipation.
I grit my teeth, mind reeling over just what I was supposed to say.
He chitters, and my brow knits together as I recognize the noise. Not nerves... The broken half chirps had become a familiar sound- laughter. As I read the tiny red text, the weight vanishes from my shoulders, a feeling of genuine relief accompanying the all too familiar sting of irritation. Irritation for both Bram and Clyde.
YOU SUCK
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Gimme stone faced Sasuke finding out he’s gonna be a dad. You can’t tell me that boy wasn’t feeling 8 billion different feelings at the time. I 100% believe he cried when he found out.
He cried because he was happy that he could maintain his lost clan. He was terrified because he didn’t want to curse his baby with the fate of Uchiha’s. He was terrified because he didn’t know what it was to be a father, and he had so many responsibilities. He was sad because he knew his past was a scary and upsetting one and that his child would one day know of it. He was determined because he knew he’d have to work hard to be worthy of not only his child but also Sakura. He was sad because Itachi would never know his niece or nephew. He cried because he would be someone’s father, the man they would look up to.
He burrowed into Sakura’s arms and thanked her profusely for giving him this child, for nurturing their baby. He thanked her for loving him even when it should’ve been impossible. Uchiha’s love hard so even though he is stoic, I imagine his walls crumbled at the news of little Sarada.
Like that’s daddy’s baby 🥹🥺
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