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The thunder rumbled outside the window, the rain hammering down on the pavement as headlights flashed intermittently. Storms had never been Dandelion’s favourite so Jaskier had insisted they build a pillow fort as a distraction. That was how Dandelion found himself caught under a mess of couch cushions and blankets, his head in Jaskier’s lap. There were fake tea lights stationed around the cramped space, lighting up the den with flickering orange light, fairy lighting pinned into the cushions above their head. It was cosy, made even cosier by their matching onesies. Jaskier had a tiger, and Dandelion had been forced into a lion version. Normally, he preferred to wear something a little more refined and he’d never really seen the appeal of onesies, but Jaskier had pouted at him and he’d been putty in his hands, and he had to admit that it was comfy.
The fort had been a good idea. He could barely make out Jaskier’s face in the dark, but he could see enough to know that his boyfriend was smiling down at him.
“Sweetheart?”
Jaskier’s hands didn’t stop running through his scalp, and his boyfriend hummed under his breath. The same song that had been playing at the restaurant where they had their first date. Dandelion wondered whether his boyfriend remembered.
“I love you, dearest.”
“I love you too, dear heart,” Jaskier replied, a soft happy sigh to his voice. “Did I tell you about the incident at the dog park today?”
Dandelion smiled, Jaskier had told him twice already, but he knew that the actor was trying to distract him from the storm, so he shook his head. “You know, I don’t believe you have?”
Jaskier cackled. “It was fucking brilliant, I was out walking Roach, because Geralt’s out of town on for an interview, and Valdo bloody Marx just strolls up to be with that rat that he calls a dog…”
Dandelion closed his eyes, focusing on the soft tenor of Jaskier’s voice, listening to every cadence, every hitch in his breath. He knew the words by heart at this point, but Jaskier’s voice soothed him. It washed over him like waves lapping at the sand, constant and ever-changing. The heat of the sunrays against his skin, warming his soul right down to the tips of his toes. Dandelion would be able to pick out Jaskier’s voice from even the largest of crowds. He was so attuned to the melodic tenor that had become the soundtrack to his life, that Dandelion could hear Jaskier long before his boyfriend came into sight.
The actor was a natural-born storyteller, they’d often joked that the brunet had to sit on his hands to stop himself from waving them around like he was trying to land a plane. He was funny, flirty and brilliant. Dandelion was completely smitten. They’d met on set, as most people in the industry did. Dandelion was the writer and showrunner for a rather delightful show about monsters and monster slayers, heroics and heartbreak. Jaskier was playing a charming young bardling and Geralt, his witcher friend and love of his life.
Dandelion had been completely blown away by the natural chemistry between Geralt and Jaskier, but once they’d wrapped Jaskier had texted him out of the blue and asked if he’d like to get dinner. Apparently, he’d been pining over Dandelion since day one, and when Dandelion had assumed he was laughing with Geralt over some flirty inside joke, Geralt had actually been teasing Jaskier about his crush.
The blushes had all been for him.
That had been three seasons ago and now they were living together in their studio flat in London. It was a luxury that Dandelion had never expected when he started writing as a child and later on as a teen starting to write, some honestly questionable, fan fiction… and now here he was, a showrunner and lead writer on his very own TV show with his cute actor boyfriend.
It was beyond his wildest dreams.
“Lion?” Jaskier’s hand brushed against his forehead, sweeping the hair from his face. “Are you even listening to me?”
Dandelion grinned sheepishly and repeated back a random part of the story, but by Jaskier’s pout he knew he’d gotten it wrong. “I’m sorry, darling, I was just so lost in thought about your beauty and your voice is so ethereal, so radiant, so….”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Flattery will get you everywhere,” Jaskier giggled. “Ooh shall we watch a movie?”
Dandelion rolled over and sat up so he was pressed against Jaskier’s side. Jaskier giggled and wrapped his arm around Dandelion’s shoulder. He was always astounded by how strong the actor was under the puffy costumes he wore on set, with arms almost as muscular as Geralt’s, broad shoulders and thick thighs. God, he was so weak. Dandelion himself was tall, taller than both Geralt and Jaskier, but he was slender like the flower he named himself after.
“The Lion King?” he asked, trying his best to sound pathetic and whiny so that Jaskier would give in. His boyfriend preferred The Little Mermaid, but it was stormy and Dandelion was stressed so really they should get to watch his favourite film.
“Hmm,” Jaskier replied, sounding a little too much like Geralt for Dandelion’s liking. It was a rather annoying habit that Jaskier had picked up having spent so much time on set with his co-star, honestly without Dandelion’s smooth words in his mouth, Jaskier was a bit of a mess.
“Oh come on, Jask, my darling, light of my life and—”
“I’m not pretending to lift you up like Simba.”
Dandelion grinned and launched himself at his boyfriend, knocking them both to the ground. “Pinned ya!” Dandelion giggled, rubbing his nose against Jaskier’s.
Jaskier made a show of rolling his eyes but pulled Dandelion into a kiss. It was nothing they hadn’t done before but it still had his heart racing and the world seemed to spin.
The world really did seem to spin as Jaskier flipped them over, knocking the electric tea lights flying and one of the blankets of the roof caved in around his boyfriend’s shoulders. Dandelion giggled and took advantage of Jaskier’s distraction as he tried to free himself from his blanket cage. Their positions were flipped again and Dandelion pressed a kiss to Jaskier’s forehead.
“Pinned ya, again,” he said, trying to mimic Nala as best he could. He even gave Jaskier his best doe eyes.
His boyfriend pouted up at him, bottom lip quivering, fringe knocked almost completely off his forehead, so Dandelion really couldn’t help pressing another kiss there. It was just so large.
“Stop it,” Jaskier grumbled and swatted him out of the way so he could mess with his fringe.
“Never, sweetheart. I love you.”
“I love you too, dear heart.”
“Do you love me enough to watch The Lion King?” Dandelion teased, brushing a thumb along Jaskier’s cheek. “My gorgeous, beautiful boyfriend.”
“I love you enough to watch nothing but The Lion King for the rest of my life, darling.”
Dandelion’s breath caught in his throat. The rest of life was a long time… that was, well that was a big commitment and… “That almost sounds like a proposal.”
“Ah, umm, well..” Jaskier stammered, his face flushed a deep red, dipping down beneath the zip of his tiger onesie into the thick chest hair that was only just visible.
Dandelion pulled back, sitting on his ankles, still straddling his boyfriend’s waist. “Jaskier…”
“No. No, no, no… it’s not. I wouldn’t….”
“Oh.”
“No! I mean… not like that, umm… I. Well, I had a plan?”
Dandelion felt his eyes go wide as his entire world stopped, narrowing down to just this wonderful idiot beneath him. “A plan?” he squeaked.
Jaskier stammered and stumbled over some nonsensical words until Dandelion leaned down to kiss him, hands cupping Jaskier’s face, brushing along the line of stubble that was starting to grow. His boyfriend melted into the kiss and hummed happily, fingers landing on Dandelion’s thighs.
“I love you, my dear,” Dandelion whispered against Jaskier’s lips, “and I would watch nothing but The Little Mermaid with you for the rest of my life…. if you asked.”
Jaskier scoffed. “You wouldn’t.”
Dandelion cocked his head. “Metaphorically speaking.”
“Oh… Oh… Oh shit, fucking cock. Wait here!” Jaskier all but shoved him off of him, and Dandelion went flying into the remaining cushions and blankets, knocking their pillow fort to ruins.
Dandelion was left, stunned, in the middle of the living room. He shielded his eyes from the sudden bright lights, having adjusted to the dark of the pillow fort. The room suddenly felt very dark and very empty. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, twirling the ends between his fingers. “What the fuck just happened?”
Jaskier was clattering about in their bedroom, a familiar stream of curses followed his boyfriend. It was usually endearing but there was an anxiety in Dandelion’s chest that seemed to weigh him down, taking away the colour that usually filled his life. He groaned and buried his face in his hands.
He’d ruined everything. Jaskier was packing his suitcase. He was probably already calling a cab, maybe booking a room at a hotel.
A loud clash of thunder made the building shake and Dandelion squeaked, throwing a blanket over his head. “Fucking, bloody storms, fuck!”
A hand on his shoulder startled him. He felt Jaskier’s legs wrapped around him and suddenly there was a second person under the blanket. Blue eyes lit up in the glow from Jaskier’s phone torch.
“Hey?”
Dandelion swallowed. “Sorry.”
“I just had to find something, I couldn’t do this without it.”
Dandelion chewed at his lips and pressed his forehead to Jaskier’s, breathing in the honied chamomile scent of his shampoo. He’d been overdramatic again. He should have known, but sometimes it wasn’t always easy.
“Dandelion, I. Umm… well I never learnt the speech I had prepared, but… will you watch only The Lion King with me for the rest of my life?” Jaskier whispered, his voice cracking at the end, and Dandelion felt a tear trickle down his cheek, only then realising that he was crying.
Even in the dark under the blanket Dandelion could see the open ring box in Jaskier’s hands. He wasn’t kneeling on one knee, legs still around Dandelion’s back as they sat opposite each other in the ruins of their blanket fort.
“Only if I can watch The Little Mermaid with you?”
“Metaphorically speaking?”
Dandelion laughed, a sobbing mess of a laugh, and he pulled Jaskier into a kiss, wrapping his arms around Jaskier’s neck. “Yes, you stupid idiotic fool. Bloody hell.. Yes.”
“God, I love you,” Jaskier whined and crashed their lips together once more.