Dandelions قصص

art is done by yakichou on deviantart Geralt of Riva/ jaskier dandelion. bxb just some one shots of our favorite Witcher and his bard. hope you enjoy.

¿Y si el destino se escribiera con tinta de estrategia, y no de elección? En Austren, dos nombres resuenan con el peso del deber heredado: Avan Drago, el heredero de Estiria, un prodigio con la espada, y Carter Schrödinger, el astuto hijo del General de Danubio, cuya lealtad y amor han sido, por años, el secreto mejor guardado tras una máscara de sarcasmo. Este es un universo alterno. Dónde voy a explorar algo diferente al canon debido a petición de algunos seguidores de Dandelion: legends de Austren, en otras plataformas. Aquí no existe el aspirante a guerrero dragón soñador que cruzó su camino. Aquí, la única chispa permitida es la que enciende la forja de una alianza. Ante la ambición desmedida de Stefan Roux, regente de Bernhard, los patriarcas Zenith Drago y Ferguson Schrödinger deciden erigir un muro inquebrantable: el matrimonio por conveniencia entre sus hijos (voy a probar algo nuevo con este ship y veremos qué tal). Para Avan, es la sentencia final, la confirmación de que su vida nunca le pertenecerá. Para Carter, es la cruel ironía de ver su amor más profundo convertido en un contrato político (es canon, finalmente) Juntos, deberán navegar las aguas traicioneras, con nueva compañía: el cínico caballero francés Lucien Delaunay (un personaje nuevo en este AU). Pero la amenaza más peligrosa se alza desde Bernhard: Stefan, el "Fénix" despiadado y regente (que ya conocimos en la historia origen que todavía voy a corregir en el futuro). [Portada oficial en proceso de elaboración.]

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠， 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑜𝑘𝑎𝑦， 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒， 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒 ─── 𝑰𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 Devika Ceres falls for a scarlett speedster, knowing he doesn't love her back. { The TV Show 'The Flash' does not belong to me and neither do the characters. The only characters that are mine are the added OC's you will see along the way. }

Imagine dating Dandelion, Geralt, Vesemir, Eskel and many other

Geralt percebe que há algo errado na floresta. Após uma batalha, reconhece um rosto amigo e, juntos, irão descobrir que sentem algo mais um pelo outro. Baseado nos personagens dos livros d'A Saga do Bruxo Geralt de Rívia, de Andrzej Sapkowski. Não possuo os direitos de nenhum personagem, todos os direitos reservados ao autor Andrzej Sapkowski. Créditos da imagem da capa: instagram.com/whitewolftales

When Geralt agrees to a "simple" contract near Oxenfurt, he expects a haunting, not a housekeeping job. Instead, he and Jaskier find themselves looking after an absent-minded sorceress's cottage-complete with enchanted cookware, flirtatious brooms, and a cat that may or may not outrank them both. Between spellbooks that sneeze, utensils with opinions, and one very intrusive blessing, domestic life turns out to be the strangest adventure of all. A lighthearted Witcher slice-of-life featuring soft chaos, accidental marriage magic, and one long-overdue kiss over breakfast.

Years after the wars and the wanderings, Geralt and Jaskier still walk the roads - not to hunt, not to flee, but simply because neither of them knows how to stop. There are no monsters left to fight, no contracts to chase. Just meadows, laughter, burned stew, and a long stretch of peace they never expected to earn. As they drift from festivals to campfires and finally back to Kaer Morhen, they learn what it means to stay - to share quiet songs, gentle teasing, and a love that no longer needs to hide behind duty or danger. The monsters are gone. The story goes on. And for the first time, the road leads home.

When a hunt near Kaer Morhen ends with Geralt finding a wounded griffin chick, he tells himself it's temporary-just a bit of care before releasing it back into the wild. Jaskier, of course, knows better. Within days, the fearsome witcher is carrying the creature around like a house cat and humming lullabies he swears he isn't humming. Between chewed lute strings, stolen socks, and a griffin that answers to "Fluffernyx," their life together descends into affectionate chaos. As the tiny menace grows, so do the feelings that Geralt keeps pretending not to name. A warm, domestic comedy of claws, kisses, and accidental family-where a witcher learns that even the fiercest heart can find a home.

It began as a simple ballad - Jaskier's latest "masterpiece," meant to immortalize his favorite Witcher. But when The White Wolf's Lament sweeps across the Continent, turning Geralt of Rivia into the most accidentally famous man alive, things quickly spiral out of control. Now everyone from Oxenfurt taverns to Nilfgaardian courts is humming about Geralt's "silken sighs," and he can't walk ten paces without hearing his own legend badly sung back to him. Jaskier insists it's art. Geralt calls it torture. Between bards claiming to be ex-lovers, fan-made perfumes, and one goat named "White Wolf," Geralt hides in Kaer Morhen - until Jaskier shows up with new verses and old feelings. What begins as an argument over privacy becomes something deeper: a duet of love, laughter, and ink-stained hands - and maybe, just maybe, a kiss between verses.

Unveiling the whispers of hidden dreams.

♡ I'm In A Field Of Dandelions- -Wishing On Everyone That- -You'd Be Mine.- Disclaimer:Tokyo Revengers Does Not Belong To Me,The Credit Goes To The Original Creator Ken Wakui. ♡ ♡ There will also be some other love interests of (Y/n) in this book! ♡

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.

When Geralt and Jaskier wander into a strangely silent village, they discover that a furious river spirit has stolen everyone's voices-leaving only Jaskier's intact. The cure? A duet sung with love and courage. Unfortunately, that duet has to include Geralt. As Jaskier drags a deeply unwilling witcher into "vocal training," the pair stumble through disastrous rehearsals, one dramatic tavern performance, and more emotional honesty than either expected. Somewhere between growls, rhymes, and accidental harmony, they might just break the curse-and a few hearts along the way. A comedy of music, magic, and misplaced confidence-where love proves to be the strongest song of all.

For Amuerfina dandelion are the bravest flower she ever knew. All her life, her mother used to control her. She's scared being independent. She has lots of 'what if's' in her life. She's always dependent on someone. She's scared the thought of her mother getting mad at her. Bravery. Ang katangian na kailangan niya. A girl seeking for freedom and a man who has freedom. The man who will teach her how to do thing's and how to be brave enough to be independent. Because like an dandelion you need to be brave-brave enough to face your life and tragedy. 1 of 5

After too many hunts, too many sleepless roads, and far too much monster guts in his hair, Geralt takes a rare, peaceful contract: guarding an herbalist's garden from thieves. No monsters, no curses, no chaos-just plants. Jaskier calls it a holiday for his scowling face and insists on tagging along. What follows is two days of burnt stew, bee attacks, and the kind of trouble only domestic life can provide. But when the "thieves" turn out to be desperate children, and Jaskier's quick wit saves the day, even the Witcher starts to see the value of quiet work-and the warmth that comes with it. Some contracts pay in coin. This one pays in peace... and a kiss under the stars.

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.

"The smell of fresh flowers were always lingering around you. I was so desperate to recieve your warmth and kindness, that I can't seem to let you go. To the world you may be one person, but to me you are the world" ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Image found on Pinterest by: Internet Archive Status: Ongoing Started at: January 30, 2023 Ended on: ???

In a quiet Japanese town, two boys' lives intertwine in unexpected ways. Yoru, a shy and lonely soul with eyes like the night sky, battles the darkness of his home life and his own mind. Hiro however, the new student of the school, seems to be the epitome of perfection. When their paths first cross in the crowded hallways during the first days of spring, a bond forms that neither could have anticipated. As they navigate their hidden struggles and growing feelings, they find solace and strength in each other. But secrets have a way of surfacing, and the truth about Hiro's condition threatens to change everything.

A remote village plagued by ghostly twilight singing hires Geralt to put the haunting to rest. But the spirit is no wraith-it's a bard, long dead and long forgotten, with a song left unfinished. As Jaskier begins to connect with the ghost through music, old fears rise: of death, of being forgotten, of singing into silence. With Geralt at his side-gruff, steady, and unexpectedly tender-Jaskier sets out to complete the ballad, not for glory, but to ensure that even the quietest verses are heard. Because some songs linger. And some loves do, too.