#if i was more patient i'd properly do all the hatching and shading with a pencil brush but alas

[fudgecake-charlie]

I am very good at doing what I need to do! You all get even more cosmic harbingers but this time it's Grian :] (Redraw from under the cut of this ask about a year ago.)

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You look around the room nervously hoping you hadn't forgotten anything. Despite your worries, the view infant of you was exactly as you had envisioned it.

An old tablecloth lay across the dinning table with a candle burning at each end. Both nearly burnt to the bottom. His favourite dinner waited patiently to be enjoyed by the two of you. (slightly burnt but still edible. Only just.) And little gifts - small tokens of your love were scattered between rose petals.

And there you stood in one of your boyfriends old shirts and beat up sweats. Super romantic.

It was your long term partners birthday and of course, he had been on a case. But just as the clock hit eleven thirty seven pm, your phone chimed, a thoughtful text from the man himself to let you know he was tirelessly trekking up the steps of your shared apartment.

Ready to see his lover.

Despite the mans busy day, you'd be damned if he thought you weren't going to do at least a little something for his birthday.

The door to your apartment opens carefully - he probably thought you were snuggled up in bed by now, not waiting with a sleepy grin and hooded eyes. Evidence of your efforts to make the last twenty minutes of his birthday special.

"What is this?" Aaron asks carefully, placing his briefcase down. His suit jacket comes off next and Aaron feels a wave of relaxation wash over him.

Your presence often did that to him.

"Your birthday dinner. You really thought I wouldn't do anything?"

"I had an idea you'd do something but this is - this is incredible. You know you didn't have to honey? I'd be happy with leftovers."

"It's your birthday, Aaron. And you deserve a little more than just leftovers."

Especially after you just spent the better part of your birthday weekend saving countless lives.

Aaron presses his lips to your forehead, holding them there for a quick second before taking your hands into his larger, courser ones.

"You're the best. What did I do to deserve you?"

"I mean the chickens a tad burnt and the vegetables taste kind of plane but you know by now I'm not the best cook in the world, and I hope you like the gifts too. Jack picked them out with me so some are a bit silly but in a good way, you know? and-"

"Honey." Aarons lips curl up into a knowing smile.

"-the table cloth is still stained from when my parents came over so I flipped it over but that made it look worse-"

"Honey." Hatch finds himself repeating again, the words falling so effortlessly from his lips. You stop talking. "It's perfect, you've spoilt me."

It was obvious from the way his cheeks turned a gentle shade of pink, and how his eyes noticeably softened as he looked around the room that he wasn't used to this type of treatment. It made your heart swell.

"You deserve all of it - and a properly cooked dinner, but it seems like charred chicken will have to suffice."

He thought he smelt something burning but chose not to mention it. He always said that it's the thought that counts.

"As long as I'm eating it with you, it's perfect."