𝘼 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙛𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 - 𝙉𝙤𝙧𝙩𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙬

Happy birtday Norton!!

My birthday is one day after Norton's (20th of March). Not important information, but yea-

Warning! This story may contain cheesy content! If you're sensitive to fluff, please think about skipping this story! And I didn't read this through entirely before posting it, sorry.

Edgar Valden is mentioned!

Have a nice time reading!
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The sun shone brightly through the window and landed on Norton's face. It was early in the morning, but the sun was already up.

It was rather cold under the pale sheets and Norton searched for his dear lover. But soon realized that Andrew was gone.

He heard the sounds of the traffic from down the street and a low sound from the kitchen. 'Is Andrew making breakfast?' He thought for himself. The albino was a little clumsy and often got hurt when cooking, so Norton usually cooked. But Andrew wasn't bad at it in any way.

The scent of freshly baked bread gently touched Norton's nose. He must have been in heaven.

He eventually got up and went into the tiny kitchen. Andrew had just taken out scones from the oven and he looked over and smiled. The pale man came over and gave him a small kiss on his nose. "Happy birthday, Norton," he gently whispered in his ear. In that moment, Norton knew that he was the luckiest man on earth. No one could have a better life. He embraced the other and smiled.

Andrew was wearing one of Norton's t-shirts and a pair of baggy sweatpants. And on top of that, a white apron. He looked to beautiful, like an angel. An angel in sweatpants of course.

The black haired man looked Andrew deep into his red eyes and was almost about to cry out of happiness.

Andrew took a step back to continue his cooking. He gently put strawberry jam on the warm scones and turned the coffeemaker on.
He placed to plates on the kitchen table and made a gesture for Norton to sit down.

"I-I am sorry, it isn't the best breakfast really," Andrew finally broke the peaceful silence. "I could've made something better,"

"Nonsense, I couldn't wish for anything better than this. And you know it too," Norton took Andrew's hand and gently rubbed knuckles.

"I didn't know what to give you, nothing is good enough," the pale man placed a think package in Norton's hands. It looked like a book, or a canvas. It was messily wrapped in a white and shiny paper with a light blue ribbon around it. He opened it and was met by a masterpiece.

It was a painting of Norton and Andrew, it looked like a picture from when they had a picnic in the park. It was so much details in it and his eyes were glued onto the canvas.

"Valden helped me with it," the paler one began. "He was pissed at me sometimes, but he still helped me," he smiled and looked over at Norton.

Tears ran down Norton's tanned cheeks and he sniffled.

"It's okay if you didn't like i-"he was cut off by a pair of lips on his. Norton wasn't sad or disappointed in any way, it was the best present he had ever gotten. The kiss wasn't long or anything, but sweet and filled with emotion.

"It's wonderful! Thank you so much," he loved Andrew so much, he couldn't describe it.

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Norton didn't really want a party. He just wanted to be with his loved one.

He and Andrew laid on the couch, the sun had just gone down and the sky was still a little pink.

"How's your birthday so far?" Andrew broke the silence. He basically laid on top of Norton with a blanket over both of them. They watched Norton's favorite movie, Corpse bride. It wasn't a romantic movie or anything, but both of them just liked it.

"Wonderful, love," Norton replied and once again studied the others beautiful red eyes. The albino blushed and laid his head down on  Norton's chest. Andrew was not short, only an inch shorter than Norton. But he was rather skinny after a rough childhood. But Norton loved how the other fit so perfectly in his arms, like they were parts in a puzzle.

He saw how Andrew fought to keep his eyes open, and he felt how his own eyelids got heavier and heavier. Both of them fell asleep in each other's arms as the end credit rolled on the tv screen.

This was really the best gift Andrew could ever give him.

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Hey hey hey! I hope you're all doing great! This is for Norton's birthday I guess. It is cheesy and stuff, but I don't really hate it.

I didn't really mean to 'take' Edgar's thing with painting, but I thought that Andrew painting was a great idea.

Word count (a/n included) : 824

I don't really have anything to say, just take care of yourself and have a nice day, night, evening or morning<3

Mercyyy