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Search History

Fandom: The Witcher

Relationships:  Geraskier

Rating: G

Length: 367

Tag Warnings: Fluff

Summary: Geralt finds Jaskier’s search history. It’s… entertaining.

Geralt was looking for a recipe. He had found it earlier on Jaskier’s computer, but his boyfriend closed the tab. He couldn’t remember what he had looked up before to find it in the first place. So he resorted to searching among the numerous links in the browser history. As he glanced over the titles of the pages he started to understand Jaskier’s thought process when writing.

Words that rhyme with purple.

Words that rhyme with violet.

Violet flower language.

How to tell someone you hate them with flower language.

Valdo Marx.

Julian Alfred Pankratz.

Geralt Rivia.

How to weave flowers into hair.

Geralt sighed as he saw the list continue to grow with no end or recipe in sight. He closed the browser, hearing the door to their apartment click open.

"Geralt?" Jaskier called.

"In here."

Jaskier smiled as he entered the room holding a bundle of violets. Geralt tried to hide his grin. "Hey, can I weave these into your hair?"

Geralt chuckled and nodded his head, "Sure."

Jaskier frowned, "Wait... that was too easy. You aren't going to ask why? Or where the sudden urge came from? ...are you sick?" He gasped. "Are you dying?" He gasped again, "Am *I* dying?"

Geralt rolled his eyes, "I was looking for a recipe and saw your browsing history, so I had an idea that you would ask."

Jaskier sighed in relief, "Oh good... wait, how far did you get? Cuz it gets kinda weird..."

"Not far... weird, how weird?" He turned to open up the history again.

"Ah no! You said I could weave these into your hair," Jaskier pulled him away from the computer.

Geralt laughed, "Alright, you win. This time."

Jaskier hummed happily as he started to braid the violets into his hair.

"By the way, what is the flower language for violets?" Geralt asked, relaxing to the touch of Jaskier.

Jaskier smiled as his nimble fingers continued to work, "A few things, innocence... modesty..."

"Hmm, not quite characteristic of you," Geralt snorted.

Jaskier feigned hurt, "Excuse you, I am the epitome of, hmm... well, nevermind. It also stands for everlasting love."

Geralt hummed as he closed his eyes, "I can agree with that."

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The Timer

Fandom: The Witcher

Pairing: Geralt/Jaskier or Geralt & Jaskier (Readers choice)

Rating: G

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Jaskier seethes. The kitchen timer beeps annoyingly in the background. Its an ironically untimely reminder of his earlier fight with his boss. Fight is an overstatement. One sided yelling match was more like it, with him being the one yelled at for doing nothing wrong.

He let's the timer continue to beep. The sound allowing his anger to boil at the memory it elicited.

Geralt walks into the kitchen and turns it off, "This your timer?"

"Of course its my timer!" Jaskier snaps.

Geralt raises an eyebrow skeptically. Jaskier takes a deep breath and runs his hand over his face, "I'm sorry. Let me try that again... yes, it was my timer. Thank you for turning it off."

Geralt walks over to where Jaskier was sitting on the couch and sits next to him, "Want to talk about it?"

Jaskier pouts and collapses against Geralt, burying his face in his chest. "Dumb boss," comes the muffled reply.

"Hm," Geralt strokes his hair as he patiently listened.

Jaskier fidgets a bit before finding a comfortable position. "A timer went off in the store. I didn't know what it was for. I turned it off and went to find my manager to ask him about it. He was on the phone so I figured I would ask him later. The store got busy and I forgot. Later the manager comes out of the backroom screaming at me about the timer and asking who turned it off. I told him it was me and tried to explain myself but he wouldn't listen. He kept yelling at me about how incompetent I was and couldn't tell him about a simple timer. I quit, obviously. Even though its over and done with I am still upset about it. Its stupid to still be upset... but I can't get over it.. Why do people think they have the right to act like that?"

Geralt wraps his arms around him and holds him close, "I'm sorry he treated you that way. It was wrong. He was obviously upset about something else and took it out on you. That's not fair. It's also understandable that you are still upset. It just happened. I don't want to ignore your feelings about this, but do you want to do something else to get your mind off of it?"

Jaskier thought for a moment then nodded his head, "Yes... but can we stay like this for a bit longer? Its nice..."

Geralt smiles and hugs him tighter, "As long as you need."