Fate - A Geralt x Reader
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  • Reads 50,728
  • Votes 1,651
  • Parts 23
  • Time 2h 52m
Ongoing, First published Apr 16, 2021
Mature
Fate, a funny thing, isn't it? How it attracts two people together. How events occur.

Geralt meets a hunter in the woods, an unordinary person. (Y/N), fascinated by him decided to join him. Destiny has brought them together, though not all of it is for the better. Love stikes both of them, and the more time they spend together, the stronger their bond becomes, and together they'll face tough times.



I do not take credit for the world, or main plot, as well as the characters involved. I only own the reader insert and the plot that brings her and Geralt together. All rights of that I don't own go the company that made the show and the writer of the novels. 


I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoy making it! I will try to frequently update it and I'll keep pulling source material from the show, with a few things derived from the books and games.
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