Omen likes art.
More specifically, Omen likes to be the one making the art.
That's no news for anyone. He likes drawing, he likes writing stories, he likes creating... He is constantly coming up with new ideas and concepts. His mind is basically a dream machine and his hands are his tools to bring those dreams to life.
He also likes Never. He actually loves Never. Sure, they've had their rough patches here and there, and sometimes Never can be a bit too much, but Omen loves them regardless.
He loves Never so much he's almost always thinking about them. During art history class, he doodles their face in his notebook while taking notes. When he's away from Never, he can't stop thinking about them, their laugh, their face... When he's sad or tired or overwhelmed, he knows Never will help him through and be there for him, in their own way.
The point is, Never is an amazing partner and Omen wants to show his appreciation for them. Like, really show it. Not just the little compliments he whispers to them during long nights, nor the little kisses he places along their neck early in the sleepy morning.
(Never always calls him a sap and insists that he does more than enough for them. Omen just ignores them and keeps showing his love in his small, sweet ways.)
And then an assignment for one of his art college classes comes in, and he's figured it out.
The assignment is nothing too special. Make a portrait of someone, anyone.
Of course, there's more to it, the assignment has requirements. The size of the portrait, the method, the materials used, but none of that matters to Omen, because this is another chance to show Never how much he loves them.
And so, it begins.
Of course, Omen is not just going to ask Never to pose for him for the portrait. They definitely would if he asked them to, but this was a surprise, so that option was off the table. Omen would have to do with the next best thing, which were pictures.
And Omen happens to have a lot of pictures of Never.
Like, a lot.
He can't help it, they're just so pretty.
Back to the point, Omen is scrolling through his gallery, looking at all of their pictures, and thinking. He doesn't want to recreate a picture that already exists. He wants to make something up, to imagine something beautiful all on his own.
Then, after some days of deep thinking and different sketches, he gets the perfect idea.
He works on it day and night, in their office, and whenever Never asks him what he's doing, he refuses to show them, saying that it isn't finished or that he's shy about it.
( "C'mon, I bet it looks awesome!"
"No it doesn't! Just, stop prying!")
He hands it in when it's time, and a few days later the teacher gives the paintings back to everyone.
(Omen had not only gotten an A+, but he also got a little post-it note attached saying 'Good job! This painting is gorgeous!!' and a little smiley face.)
And so, it was time for the surprise.
Omen gets home and makes sure Never isn't around, then quickly gets to work. He prepared the pizza dough while the oven was preheating, then added everything else. Knowing all the toppings Never likes by heart, he adds them to one of the pizzas, while he puts the stuff he likes to the other. He stuffs them in the oven and sets the table. He cleans their living room and he makes sure everything looks OK.
When Never gets home, tired and hungry, the smell of pizza almost makes them want to cry. They quickly take off their shoes and go drop their messenger bag inside their office, taking off their coat on the way to their bedroom where they see Omen sitting on the bed, reading some advanced sigils book, glasses on. He quickly looks up at them as sets the book down.
"Hey, how was your day?" He asks in a soft, warm voice, and dear God Never couldn't be more in love with this man.
"It was fine, tiring. Did you get the pizza for tonight already?" They say, hanging the coat behind their bedroom door.
"Actually, I'm making it from scratch. Kinda wanted to treat you and I know you like how I do it, so I thought 'Why not?'. Anyway, it's still going to take a while until I have to take it out of the oven, so you can just shower and put on something more comfortable."
With the way Never was looking at him, one would think that Omen had just gifted them the universe. They look so so tired, yet so so grateful.
"Oh, uhm... OK, thanks. Are you sure you don't need any help?"
"Hundred percent. Go shower and relax, and then later we can talk about our days."
Never nods slowly, grabbing one of Omen's old T-shirts and some sweatpants, along with some underwear, and walking to the bathroom.
Never gets out of the shower and instead of going to their bedroom, they go to the kitchen, just in time to see Omen pulling the pizzas out of the oven. They wait until he sets the food down to wrap their arms around his waist and nuzzle the back of his neck, feeling all fuzzy inside.
"That smells really good." They mumble against his neck, wanting attention. Omen turns around and wraps his own arms around them, their head now against his chest.
"Thanks, darling. Go sit down, I'll bring the pizzas over."
They eat their dinner while talking, telling each other about their day. Turns out, the Sanctuary needed Never to take a bunch of stuff to a lot of different places, so they had to teleport a lot and ended up exhausted.
They finish dinner, and before Never can get up, Omen speaks up.
"By the way, I kind of have a surprise for you..."
Never looks at him for a couple of seconds, then watches as he grabs something from behind his chair.
(How the hell had they not noticed there was something back there?)
Omen hands it over, and Never holds it carefully. It's a big, rectangular thing wrapped in wrapping paper. It's a bit light so Never starts to think what could it be.
"Is this the thing you absolutely forbid me from seeing?"
Omen smiles knowingly as he rests his head on top of his hands, "Maybe."
Never looks at him for a second before they start tearing off the paper, careful not to break the thing inside. Once it is completely uncovered, Never stares at it, astonished.
It is, indeed, a painting, as Never thought it was. But that isn't the surprise, no.
The surprise is the fact that the person in the painting is none other than Never themself.
A beautiful painting of Never, laying in bed, hair messy, a cocky smile on their face and hooded eyes, light blush covering their cheeks.
Not only is the painting gorgeous, with the pallette being different hues of pinks and purples and greys, with some green and yellow here or there, and some brown for hair, but it is also extremely detailed. The light freckles they have on the bridge of their nose are there, and Never is sure Omen must have had to look at a bunch of pictures of them to make sure he got them all in the right place.
For a few moments, Never doesn't speak. They're too busy staring at themself. Omen looks at them expectantly, waiting for a reaction.
That reaction is Never jumping from their seat and hurrying to hug Omen tightly, eyes wet from emotion. Omen just hugs them back, chuckling lightly.
"I'm guessing you liked it?" he asks teasingly. Never nods quickly against his shoulder and starts to press kisses there, mumbling 'IloveyouIloveyouIliveyou' under their breath.
Then they look up and kiss Omen like he's going to die tomorrow, and Omen kisses back just as enthusiasticly. All the love and adoration they feel for each other is transmitted with a simple kiss.
(The painting hangs in their living room, near the TV. It is beautiful and Never wants everyone who comes over to see it.
Omen is just happy they liked it so much, and insists that Never doesn't need to do anything back, that they already do enough.
Never promptly ignores that.)
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