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Dandelion whined as they cuddled up to their hot water bottle. It was that time again, complete poppycock if you asked them. They were in pain, exhausted and feeling desperately needy. It didn’t help that Geralt and Jaskier were out at a convention. It was one of Jaskier’s grand schemes to get Geralt better at social situations and to help network their shop. Geralt and Jaskier’s tattoo designs were some of the best work that Dandelion had ever seen. Their body was a walking canvas to their boyfriends’ art, and they adore it, but in that moment they would really rather prefer to have their actual boyfriends with them instead.
But alas, they were alone and they wanted to cry.
“Fucking shit balls,” Dandelion groaned, burying their face into the hot water bottle. The cornflower blue cover was hand-knitted, one of Dandelion’s first projects when they’d taken up the craft. It was a mess but they were proud of it. Well, they’d hated it at first but Jaskier and Geralt had pointed out all the best parts and after that Dandelion had grown rather attached.
“Honey, we’re home!” Jaskier’s melodic tenor called through the hall, followed by Geralt’s familiar grunting.
Dandelion just sighed dramatically, picking up the remote to flick off the television, and did their best to look extremely sorry for themself just as their boyfriends entered the room.
“Oh no, darling,” Jaskier cooed, immediately flying to Dandelion’s side. “Already?”
“Every month,” they muttered, not having the energy to be nice, despite wanting nothing more than to curl up next to Jaskier.
“Right, yes. Geralt, dear heart, can you put the kettle on?” Jaskier called as he pressed a kiss to Dandelion’s temple. “Chamomile?”
Dandelion nodded and held out their cooling hot water bottle. “Thank you, my dear.”
There was a plastic wrap around Jaskier’s wrist, and Dandelion couldn’t take their eyes off it as Jaskier pulled them into his arms, always surprisingly strong. The scent of chamomile surrounded Dandelion and they sank into Jaskier’s arms, their fingers tracing the tattoos on his forearms; a white wolf with buttercups and dandelions weaving around the animal. It was possibly Dandelion’s favourite tattoo, and definitely some of Geralt’s finest work. Dandelion had a similar tattoo on their upper back, the flowers creeping down their arms and onto their chest.
“This is new?” Dandelion asked, as they lightly brushed over the plastic wrap.
“Cornflowers,” Geralt said in his oh so beautiful gruff voice as he joined Dandelion and Jaskier on the sofa, passing Dandelion their hot water bottle. “The idiot was pining over you all weekend.”
“Oi!” Jaskier scoffed. “We both missed you, plus it was an excellent way to show off our work.”
Dandelion sighed again as Geralt’s fingers started to comb through their hair. It would be braided unless Jaskier took over but they enjoy the rhythmic tugging at their scalp. Geralt had always loved their curls, he loved the way they bounced when he pulled one. It was incredibly endearing and Dandelion felt so very loved, by both of their boyfriends. “I missed you too. It’s so lonely by myself.”
“Do you want me to kill your boss?” Jaskier asked, giggling as he held Dandelion closer.
“No, Jask,” Geralt chided.
“Spoilsport.”
Dandelion just hummed, closing their eyes as the exhaustion hit them. They’d struggled to sleep all weekend, the bed feeling far too large and lonely, but now they felt at peace again, safe in the arms of their lovers.