A/N: After the success of my Christmas and New Year pieces, I decided to write an E/R oneshot for all special occasions, all set in the same universe. While I don't consider Valentine's day particularly special, it is the closest thing to the 17th, which marks one year since I became a Mizzie, so I present Saint Valentin. Oh, and in case it's only obvious to me, Valentin is Enjolras, and Alain is Grantaire.

It was Valentine's day, about five in the morning, and I was already up, to make sure everything was perfect. My own personal Saint Valentin - I'd made the joke about his Christian name at least a thousand times before, but today, it fitted - was still asleep, expecting his housekeeper to drop in in an hour or so to wake him, but not today. He was always working so hard, so today was for him to relax. I'd been planning it for a while.

It was about ten o'clock before Valentin started to stir, which was unsurprising, considering the hours he'd been working. He sat up and glanced at the open watch on the bedside table before giving a soft curse. "Alain, you're awake. Why didn't you wake me?"

"Relax, cher, everything is in hand. No work for you today. Happy Valentine's day." I produced a bunch of red and white roses and handed them to my Apollo, kissing his forehead. He obediently accepted the gift, but gave a sigh.

"I can't afford the time off. I appreciate the sentiment, I really do, and I'm incredibly grateful, but my work is not the most lenient or pliable."

He looked genuinely torn. "Don't worry. I know how jealous and possesive your mistress, but Patria can live without you for one day. Just one day. She's in good hands, I've dealt with everything."

He smiled. "Alright. If you say so. I'm at your disposal for the day." That was all I needed to hear. I made him settle back on the pillows.

"Well, first of all, I've arranged breakfast in bed for you. I promised Courfeyrac we'd meet him later, and tonight, I have a surprise for you." Valentin looked forlorn for a moment, a look which always broke my heart, no matter how fleeting. "What's wrong?"

"I didn't even think of getting you anything." I gave a sigh of relief. I thought it would have been something serious.

"I didn't expect you to. I didn't expect you even notice. It's just another Thursday to you. I did this just for you because I am a hopeless romantic and this is the one day of the year that I can display it to the world without looking like a lovesick puppy." He smiled a bit and leant back into my embrace, letting me feed him little pieces of fruit and bread, completely relaxed. It was good to see him at peace occasionally. I knew we did have to move when he was on the verge of falling asleep again.

"As much as I'd love to lie here in bed with you all day, adore, your dear cousin would never forgive me."

With a reluctant sigh, Valentin sat up. "Well, he's the only family I really stay in touch with, so I suppose I should humor him. And he looks like a wounded puppy whenever he's refused something. He acts like a toddler sometimes, and he's damned lucky that everyone finds it endearing."

"Come on then. We're meeting him at the Musain for a drink, just a little one. Then I'm taking you out for dinner."

"I thought it was a surprise."

"The surprise will come at dinner, I promise."

We met up with Courfeyrac at the cafe, where he was in a fit of frenzied excitement. Undoubtedly, this was his favourite day of the year, judging from the small pile of gifts addressed in various girls' handwriting. Lucky beggar. And, as always, his cheerfulness was infective. "So, my little cousin, how are you enjoying your first Valentine?"

"As opposed to your hundreds?"

"Jealous? I know I'm irresistable," he joked. "Aw, it's just your bad luck that you weren't born a girl. R doesn't realise how lucky he is. If any mistress of mine was even half as good-looking as our family, I'd never look at any other again."

I smiled. "Sorry, Courfeyrac, but you can't tar your whole family with the same brush. Valentin's looks obviously come from the other side of the family." After a look of mock offence, Courfeyrac started happily chattering away. When Valentin was away getting drinks, Courfeyrac practically pounced on me.

"Let me book a table at Le Sorbier for tonight, please. I want to see this."

"No."

"Why? Come on!"

"I mean it, no. You're bursting to ruin his surprise as it is. I won't let you, I've been planning this for far too long. I promise, you'll be the first to hear about his reaction."

"Fine. I better be the first that you tell."

When we'd finished our drinks, Courfeyrac almost literally biting his tongue to keep quiet, I turned to Valentin. "We have to be going. Courfeyrac, tomorrow, I promise. I'll spill all. I know patience isn't one of your virtues."

He waved us off, and I walked to the restaurant the long way, through the Luxembourg Gardens. There was still a little ice in the pond, and it made me think back to our last walk there, at Christmas, that seemed so long ago and yet no time at all. It was just before seven when we made it to Le Sorbier, and I saw with a shock of exasperation that Courfeyrac had managed to get a table with one of his mistresses. Sorry, he mouthed. Couldn't resist. I'd planned tonight without his audience, but I'd get by.

The maitre d' had a moment of panic when he saw his customer, his jaw dropping at my companion. "Monsieur le president!"

"Not tonight, he's not," I told the man. "Tonight, we're just customers. Could you please show us to our table?" He obeyed, still sneaking furtive glances at Valentin. He remained oblivious to the attention he attracted, as always. Sat at our table, he smiled at me.

"So, what is it that you've been saving all day?" I nodded to a waiter, tipped in advance, who handed me two roses bound with a red ribbon, one red, one white. I'd spent hours debating which colour to get. Red stood for true love and his beloved revolution, but seemed a little tacky. White was for innocence. I made my mind up when I found that the two together meant unity. Unity was what I needed tonight.

"This morning, you were upset that you hadn't considered Valentine's day."

"I'm sorry..."

"Please let me finish." I didn't want him to make him feel bad, and I didn't want the chance to lose courage. "I ask only one thing of you, the greatest present you could ever give me. I have two things to say, but no doubt you'll guess the second from the first."

I pulled the ribbon off the two roses, revealing a plain, simple gold ring. "First, I ask you as the president. The best gift you could give me is making it legal for me to marry you."

He was dumbstruck for a moment, eyes fixed on the flowers and the ring. "Alain..."

"And, if you agree to my first request, then Valentin, mon amore, will you marry me?" He looked like he was going to say something, but the words stuck in his throat. I started to worry for a moment. "Valentin, please say something."

"I... This is definitely a surprise. Of course. Why would I say no?" There was a burst of cheering from the other side of the room, and in half a moment, Courfeyrac was at our table, a wild firework of energy. Valentin tried, and failed, to look frustrated. "I assume you've been in on this all along?"

"Of course. I've had to avoid you for a fortnight so I wouldn't let anything slip. Oh, I'm so happy, my little baby cousin's getting married! And I thought you'd try and be virtuous and lonely for the rest of your life."

"Courfeyrac, calm down. Surely I should be the overexcited one. It will be mine and Grantaire's wedding after all."

"I know, I know. You'll at least let me be best man?" Considering that I was now engaged to the love of my life, I would have agreed to anything. I smiled, and slid the ring onto Valentin's finger.

"Well, why not? Happy Valentine's Day, mon amour."

A/N: I could probably keep going with these forever. The next one will either be for my 16th, in May (which is also the 151st anniversary of Les Mis being published) or June 6th. Hope you liked it!