Is it Destiny? (Geralt x reader)
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  • Reads 9,907
  • Votes 309
  • Parts 13
  • Time 3h 49m
Ongoing, First published Nov 10, 2021
Mature
"You..." the Witcher began to say, unsure if he was correct. "You're a Witcher...?" He finished his sentence, his voice low.

"..." (Y/n) sighed before she looked back up at him. She noticed that he was standing rather close to her, his tall figure towering over her. "What if I am." she says not breaking eye contact, as if she was searching for something in his eyes. 


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TW: graphic content, gore, mature content, mentions of rape.

Story of a White Haired Witcher and a certain Female Witcher. 
*Netflix adaption of the Witcher.* 
*some details may not stay true to the books or games*
**I do not own any other the Witcher characters**
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Afraid Not

2 parts Complete Mature

"If we are to use you as bait to lure our possessed Witcher here to Kaer Morhen, do you understand what that entails?" Jaskier nods, but he remains quiet. A slight tremor works its way into his right hand, and Yennefer smirks at its appearance. The sorceress scoffs faintly, and she approaches him. There is something in her violet eyes, like a spark that proceeds the wildfire it causes as she comes close, her voice growing low and sharp. "He will hunt you," Yennefer whispers, as though she is reciting some sort of spell, bewitching as she is sardonic, "You cannot hide from him. You cannot outrun him. You cannot overpower him." Jaskier swallows, but he does not waiver. Not even as Yennefer begins to circle him. Despite the tears in her dress and the dirt that clings to her form, she remains as entrancing as ever. It's as though she's a fever dream Jaskier can only spot from the corners of his eyes. Her words come to Jaskier like a mirage, a silhouette muddled in fog. The only solid sensation coming from her being the race her words bring to his heart. "You will be at the Witcher's mercy." That should scare Jaskier. But it doesn't.