Dandelion Stories

JJK Fanfiction.Enjoy🤍

dan•de•li•on /ˈdandlˌīən/ 1. getting your wish fulfilled 2. long lasting happiness and youthful joy 3. healing from emotional pain and/or physical injury alike *theater!au* short chapters. [i do not own any of the gifs or pictures in this book.]

Alexis was always gifted ever since her birth. For Alexis her life has never been easy. Always running from different places due to her not being accepted by humans or her own kind she has never truly had a place to call home. She has always blessed with beauty and a strong will. Even with her grace and beauty she has never truly known love. What will happen now when she runs into Dandelion and Hawkbit? What will happen? Read on to find out. I OWN NOTHING BUT MY OC DESCRIPTION AND MAKING THIS STORY!

Do Haewon is a girl that fell in love for a guy who has saved her life. One day her parents arranged marriage for her. She was flabbergasted by her parents' decision as she is still young. However she tried to keep everything positive. She thought her future husband will love her. As soon as she got married, her expectations beyond the reality. Haewon's husband did not want any loves from her. Which makes her feel blue. Despite the husband treats her like that she still loves him. She believed she can make him feel the same as her.

Jaskiers mother is coming to visit him, he ended up telling her that him and Geralt were dating which they weren't his mother always disapproved of him and he wanted to impress her. So the young bard had to convince the brooding Witcher to pretend to date him, which was a dream come true to Jaskier. The only thing was the fake love wasn't gonna last for him, which he dreaded. The only thing was that Geralt too had feelings for him. True feelings.

a short geraskier fic in this story are only the moments shown wich are not included in the Netflix series like what Jaskier did after the fight, where the story also takes off. English is my second language so I probably will make mistakes so apologies for that I don't own any of the fan art and the full credit goes to the amazing artist but I sadly don't know who to credit for I found this pic on google

Random ahh fanfic i did on a trip about mari seeing how sunny is like now, and this is a oneshot

A retired soldier just came back from Afghanistan and found out her wife cheated on him, heart broken by the shocking discovery, and the effect of double standards hits him right on him. That was 3 years ago, and now he has become a waiter just enough to keep his life going. It took a moment when he saw a person wearing all black, just a moment right before his vision went blank.

Through bright eyes we will acquire, prosper and love.

When a cursed artifact splits their souls, Geralt is left cold and withdrawn, while Jaskier feels everything too deeply. To mend the break, they must journey through a mirror realm that reflects their shared past-and forces them to face the truths they never dared to speak. Haunted inns, singing swords, and spectral wolves await them, but the hardest part isn't the magic. It's learning how to hold each other through it. Because some bonds aren't forged in battle-they're sung into being.

A winter storm forces Geralt and Jaskier to take shelter in an abandoned inn, where firelight reveals a truth long buried under travel and time: they've grown lonely together. Old jokes stumble back to life. Old wounds rise with the wind. And two hearts who never truly parted must relearn how to walk side by side. In the quiet of snow-thick nights and soft touches rediscovered, they find warmth again - not in the dying embers of the fire, but in each other. Because even when Geralt walks ahead, Jaskier's footsteps are never far behind. A story of returning, of thawing winter, and of love that refuses to be left behind.

just a collection of one shots I'll write over my fave Witcher and his bard Cover pic by witchersdestiny on tumblr

"We don't realize the importance of someone until their absence." ________⚜️________ Moving into a new school with trust issues, bad habits, and a very short temper isn't a good mix. After attending this preppy school filled with snobby rich kids for sometime, I managed to climb to the top. I learned to control myself, those bad habits were brushed under the rug, my short temper was extended. My trust issues still remained. This of course took some time and strong effort to achieve. Now imagine having all that hard work go to waste, all because of one person. My habits crawled out from under the rug, I began to trust, my temper was short. All little control I had flew out the window. Everything went hectic, why? Because he walked into my life.

When Jaskier writes a hit ballad about Geralt, the White Wolf becomes the continent's newest heartthrob. Admirers swoon. A noblewoman commissions a scandalously shirtless portrait. And Jaskier-absolutely not jealous, thank you very much-starts unraveling in the most dramatic (and poetic) way possible. Good thing Geralt only has eyes for one bard.

When Jaskier accidentally gets blessed by a mischievous dryad, things take a romantic turn-every time he sings, people nearby erupt into dramatic confessions of love. It's flattering at first... until the chaos starts. Towns fall into emotional uproar. Goats follow him. And Geralt-stoic, grumpy, and extremely bad at feelings-becomes Jaskier's reluctant bodyguard against wave after wave of magically lovesick villagers. But when even Geralt starts acting strange, Jaskier begins to wonder: how much of this is the curse... and how much was already there? The only way to break the spell? For someone truly in love to sing back. Geralt may not know the words-but he's always had the tune.

When a cursed djinn's poison brings Geralt to the edge of death, Jaskier makes an impossible trade - his voice for the witcher's life. In the heavy silence that follows, they set out together to undo the bargain, traveling across the Continent in search of the creature that stole Jaskier's song. What begins as a desperate quest turns into something deeper: a quiet love story told through glances, scribbled notes, and gestures in place of words. From accidental mimed obscenities to battles fought in perfect unspoken rhythm, they learn new ways to understand each other - until they finally face the djinn that bound their fates. But love, like music, always finds a way to be heard. And when Jaskier's first word returns to him at last - a single, trembling "Geralt" - it becomes the truest song he's ever sung.

When Geralt and Jaskier arrive in a riverside town stricken by a strange illness, they find that the sickness comes not from monsters, but from music - a haunting melody carried on the wind. As the curse spreads, Jaskier's songs become both remedy and risk, soothing the afflicted while draining his own strength. Together, they trace the sound to a buried crypt and uncover the legend of a siren whose dying song once poisoned the land. To end the curse, they must perform a duet against death itself - witcher magic and bardic voice in perfect harmony. Between danger, dry humor, and quiet nights by the fire, their partnership deepens into something wordless, steady, and unmistakably love. When the final note fades, peace returns - and with it, the simple truth that even a witcher's world can still make room for a melody.

Winter at Kaer Morhen is supposed to be for training, not domestic chaos-but try telling that to a bard with cabin fever and a pack of witchers with too much time on their hands. Jaskier's "temporary" stay stretches into months of snow, sarcasm, and ill-advised lessons in knife-throwing. Lambert won't stop teasing, Eskel attempts diplomacy, Vesemir hides the wine, and Geralt quietly learns that home can sound a lot like laughter. A cozy, comedic tale of found family, bad ballads, and one very patient witcher learning that love-like Kaer Morhen in winter-is messy, loud, and worth every bruise.

Allergies... *I do NOT own Frozen or any of the characters!*

After one hunt too many, Geralt looks like death, decay, and poor decision-making. Jaskier decides to fix that. What begins as an innocent "spa day for two" quickly spirals into chaos involving flower petals, enchanted oils, and one disastrously vibrant hair rinse. Soon, the Witcher of Rivia is stalking the Continent with a faint blue shimmer in his hair and a bard who won't stop calling it "an artistic triumph." Between the mock outrage, the laughter, and one quiet night beneath the stars, Geralt realizes that maybe self-care isn't about baths or herbs at all - it's about who shares them with you. Because under the teasing and the tint, affection lingers - silver, touched with blue.