Mine

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Geralt stands, glaring, with his sword at Yennefer's neck. He glared at her and silently urges her to try something she will regret. I've never seen him so angry before, it's unusual.

I start walking away and I pass the Bard. "Ah! The Child Surprise I've heard so much about-" He starts but I roll my eyes and walk past him. "Like father like daughter." He sighs and walks away from Geralt.

"The girl, yours?" The dwarf asks. I turn my head and watch the scene carefully. I take a few steps closer to them and await Geralt's answer. He walks closer to Yennefer and presses the blade closer to her throat.

"Mine." He growls, eyes boring into Yennefer's. I walk over to him and place a hand on his. "Geralt." I whisper. He slowly turns his head to face me. "I'm yours. No one will ever replace you." I remind him.

He growls and pulls me closer to him. I take his sword out of his hands and put it back in its holder. "My Y/n." He mutters into my hair. "Your Y/n." I smile. He nuzzles into my hair and closes his eyes.

I turn my head to Yennefer and glare. "I suggest you leave us be before you anger my father even more." I growl. I grab Geralt's hand and lead him over to a large oak tree. I sit him down and I sit on his lap.

I cuddle into his warm chest and he wraps his arms around me. "I barely know you get I feel so safe with you. You're the father I never had." I whisper. "You're the daughter I never had." He mumbles.

"Why are you so protective of me?" I ask curious. He sighs causing me to grab his hand. "Witcher's can't procreate. But we have this thing where, how do I say this without being crude? We basically adopt someone else's child. It's fate. A child is born only for them. You were born for me. Even if I didn't use the law of Surprise you would have still been mine." He explains.

"Now your turn. Why did you call me father?" He grins. "I'm just as protective of you as you are of me. You were angry and I knew I was the only one who could calm you down. The witch just made it worse." I growl. Geralt chuckles and holds me closer.

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