#guxmir

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Jaskier: So your brother Eskel takes the route through the Blue Mountains and your brother Lambert blows things up around Novigrad, but what does your dear father do?

Geralt: Vesemir? Nothing. He stays at the keep. Fixes walls.

Jaskier: Geralt, my dear, be serious. There's no way any relation of yours can stay out of mischief for long. You're telling me a Witcher stays cooped up in that castle, sweeping floors, cooking meals, and dusting like a sweet little housewife?

Geralt: *grunts angrily*

Jaskier, laughing: Geralt, I guarantee your dear father is growing weed and getting fucked whenever you children aren't home.

Geralt: *scarred silence* That's not true.

Vesemir, at that exact moment in Kaer Morhen: Fucking come on, Guxart. Put your back into it!

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I'm obsessed with handsome young Vesemir, the noble grey wolf, golden eyed and graceful, a wonder to watch, charming the damsels right and left-

And then Guxart is the equivalent of a squashed face alley cat. He's missing teeth and those that remain protrude from his mouth, his ear is torn, he's popeyed, he's missing a finger and at least four toes, and his hairline is in a faster retreat than a bard with a cuckold husband after him.

Of course they're married. Vesemir's admirers mourn in droves.

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I genuinely struggle writing characters who aren't first love/monogamous.

Logically, I know that people can fall in love more than once and have multiple previous and former partners, which is healthy. But in my writing, it very much boils down to one-and-only, which makes it difficult to write characters like Geralt, Vesemir, and Jaskier who are known to have many partners.

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Next on my infuriatingly niche Witcher fanfic hallucinations, doomed yuri Guxart x Vesemir!

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So I fell down a rabbit hole and now Vesemir x Guxart is my new favorite ship. 🤷

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Vesemir laughed, his dark hair gleaming where he’d just started to grow it long. He’s so beautiful, Guxart thought. He’s so beautiful it’s killing him, it’s running through his body like Swallow, like Kiss, sending his blood racing before it turns toxic in his veins. The grace of his sinew, the gold of his eyes. It’s poison, he knows, but he can’t get enough

The drink makes him unsteady. It makes him bold. The drink and this feeling, so strong it would make even the most sure footed cat lose his balance. Guxart leans into his mouth and breathes.

“I love you,” he said. Vesemir laughed.

“You’re hilarious, cat.”

“I’m serious.” Guxart said. "I love you."

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the Cat walks by himself (all places are alike to him) - April_Blooms - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

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I've never written a fic this fast in my LIFE. Old man yaoi really fuels you. Angsty unrequited Guxmir. Because I can't get enough of this rare pair.