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Valentine’s day baby , that's what his parents had always called him, Meletelie bless their souls. He was their precious Valentine's day baby. They always said he looked like a little cupid when he was younger, with his bouncing blond curls and ruddy cheeks.
He always hid the fact his birthday was on such a day from his partners. Some hadn't believed him, saying he was making it all up. So….he just stopped telling people.
And then came Jaskier.
They had met on an insignificant Thursday in June. A Thursday in June that he would never forget for the rest of his days.
Radovid swore it was love at first sight. Vizimir teased his younger brother, saying it was only the spirit of Valentine that he carried that was talking nonsense to him.
On their first date Jaskier had asked when his birthday was.
“February fourteenth.” Radovid had responded without hesitation.
“How very fitting. I wish my birthday was on a special day like that. But it's just on some insignificant day in the second week of November.” Jaskier sighed.
“No date is insignificant.” He had said.
One date turned into dating for a year. Dating for a year turned into being married for two years. And all those little insignificant dates turned into special days.
June 29th was always surrounded by little hearts on their calendar.
“It's the day we met and our wedding anniversary, it's special!” Jaskier had exclaimed, his fingers stained with red marker.
That insignificant day in the second week of November now had little yellow stars doodled around it, the bolded number 8 standing out more.
“It's special simply because it's the day you were born. I don't know what my world would be like had that day never existed.” Radovid whispered in his ear.
February 14th had heart shaped balloons drawn all over.
“It's the day the love of my life was born. That's what makes it so special.” Jaskier said against his lips.
February 14th had stopped being Valentine’s day when Jaskier came into his life. After so long it started to feel like the day was truly his .
Maybe it was the slightly overcooked penis shaped pancakes, “I was trying to make hearts, Radovid!”
Or the lack of roses that he hated oh so much, “I much prefer sunflowers, or any yellow flower really, as long as it's not roses.”
But it stopped being an insignificant holiday and instead turned into a day full of love and devotion from the person he adored most in this world.
“Happy birthday dear heart, and may you have many many more.” Jaskier said, placing a kiss on Radovid's head as he set a yellow frosted cupcake in front of him, a single glowing candle in the center.
“And may they all be by your side.”