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Hello 👋!So my birthday is on Sunday and I was wondering if you could write a fic with Jann × reader. Where the reader has their birthday and Jann prepares many surprises for her and one of those is him worshipping her. Thank you 🩷

Birthday Surprises | Jann/Jan Rozmanowski

Pairing: Jann/Jan Rozmanowski x fem!reader

Summary: On the day of your birthday, you just couldn't feel more loved.

Warning/s: fluff, like a ton of fluff, short fic, possible grammar and spelling mistakes

Author's note: Happy birthday, dear reader!! I wish you all of the best things in this lifetime, and I hope that you enjoy this little short fic! 💜🎂🥳

It was a sunny morning, and the birds outside your window seemed to sing in celebration. Today was your birthday, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement. Little did you know that Jan, your thoughtful and loving partner, had planned a day full of surprises just for you.

As you stepped into the cozy kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted you. Jan stood there, wearing an apron and a mischievous smile. His dark hair was adorably tousled, and his eyes sparkled with anticipation.

"Happy birthday, my love," he said, pulling you into a warm hug. "I've got something special planned for you today."

You raised an eyebrow. "Special? What kind of special?"

Jan chuckled. "Patience, my dear. First, breakfast." He gestured toward the table, where a spread of your favorite pastries and fruits awaited. "Dig in!"

As you enjoyed your breakfast, Jan disappeared into the bedroom. When he returned, he held a beautifully wrapped gift. You tore open the paper to reveal a leather-bound journal. "For your thoughts and dreams," he said softly. "I know how much you love writing."

Touched by his thoughtfulness, you hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Jan. This is perfect."

But the surprises didn't end there. Throughout the day, Jan whisked you away to various locations. You explored an art gallery, had a picnic in the park, and even took a spontaneous dance class. Each moment was filled with laughter and love.

As the sun began to set, Jan led you to a candlelit rooftop. The view of the city was breathtaking, but your attention was solely on him. He took your hands in his, his gaze intense.

"Y/N," he began, "you are my light, my muse, and my heart. Today, I want to worship you."

Your heart skipped a beat. "Worship me?"

He nodded. "Every smile, every tear, every little quirk that makes you uniquely you—I adore it all. You deserve to be celebrated, cherished, and loved beyond measure."

And then he kissed you—a kiss that held all the promises of forever. His lips moved against yours, gentle yet passionate. The world faded away, leaving only the two of you.

When he pulled back, he whispered, "Happy birthday, my love."

Tears welled up in your eyes. "Jan, I—"

He silenced you with another kiss, this time more urgent. His hands cradled your face, and you lost yourself in the taste of him. The rooftop, the city, everything else ceased to exist. It was just you and Jan, wrapped in a cocoon of love.

As the stars blinked into existence above, you realized that this was the best birthday you'd ever had. Jan had given you not just gifts but moments—moments that would forever be etched in your heart.

And so, under the moon's gentle gaze, you whispered, "I love you, Jan Rozmanowski."

He grinned, his eyes filled with devotion. "And I love you, my beautiful birthday girl."