#foxjaskier

An au where everyone has an animal form that reflects their truth, the essential part of who they are. You don't show your animalself to just anyone, only to family and close friends.

Every spring on the day the flowers bloom, there's a celebration almost everywhere in which everyone turns into their animal to congregate and celebrate.

Geralt is a wolf, a white wolf, all his brothers are wolfs. They are called the school of wolf for a reason. Its common for your animalself to be one of packs, herds, flocks, solitary animals are common too like cats, bears and some insects.

But there is a silenced part of society that nobody talks about, the small part of the population whose animal form represents tragedy and bad omen. Skunks, toads, snakes, rats, vultures and foxes are generally discarded at best.

Jaskier is a fox with autumn fur that hides and sees himself as a pest, and sometimes a monster, but still, loves himself.

When he meets Geralt he understands the heavy hurt the witcher is carrying for being rejected for what he is, a Witcher, a "monster".

Jaskier finds home beside the Witcher. He turns into a fox fearlessly and carelessly. Sometimes he runs around the camp he and Geralt are sharing and plays with their boots and bags and Geralt lets him. it's nice.

Geralt haven't show him his animalself, but Jaskier likes to think it's a Witcher thing, so he never push.

Jaskier still calls him the white wolf without knowing that that is the Witcher animalself.

We're the same, and he's kind and doesn't care about me being a fox, Jaskier thinks and falls in love.

The adventures of Foxkier & Wolferalt!

Foxkier: Thank you for protecting me my dear Wolferalt! (FREE TO USE)

Gosh, it took me so long to reply, but I got a small scene for you dear anon. It's not precisely the answer you're looking for but a part of it. Mix Jaskier and Geralt POV, hope it's not too confusing.

This is part of this post FoxJaskier

...A fox! I should have known. If life could give me one blessing, it would be to take you off my hands!

Geralt stands at the edge of the mountain, stern looking face and clenched fists. The wind's howling. Cold spikes seep into the exposed skin of his neck and face and he feels fine, perfectly fine. He wanted to hurt Jaskier, to finally drove him away. He succeeded by crossing a line, a delicate yet resilient line that bard and witcher have built thru the years by truly and deeply trust in each other. Jaskier love him despite his monstrous side, despite everything. Geralt loves him too, love the fox inside the bard, so... why did he cut so deep? Why? A simple fuck off would have been enough, so why did he have to be a monster? By the time Geralt turns and strides up the hill it's almost dark. The last blink of the sun illuminating the rock in a soft blue and gray hue. He needs to fix this. If Jaskier have been the one to shout his monstrosity back to him, Geralt'd have die... but Jaskier would never do that. Jaskier is not a monster. Geralt tracks the bard in the dark, even though he knows there's no way to fix this, he went too far. He lost his fox, his beautiful fox.

Jaskier is walking on the path with light footsteps, he needs to find a place to camp but, well...he doesn't care that much anymore. He's bleeding a great deal, dark warm blood leaving a trace behind, metaphorically, of course. There's no apparent wound on him, but he feels like dying. His fox trembles and cries uncontrollably inside his chest, Jaskier doesn't cry. He thought, both of them, that they were safe with Geralt. Geralt is...was...home. His mother words come back to him, warning him to never show what he truly is or else...

His legs walk on their own, this body is no longer his, he's the ghost of a monster. His fox whimpers inside his ribcage and Jaskier feels sorry for him, it believed Geralt loved him, not romantically but... what a moron. Naive stupid fox.

And then he hears his name

"Jaskier!" Geralt. His fox crawls and tries to hide. The witcher calls and calls for him.

"What do you want, Geralt? You forgot to say something? There's no need, I'm leaving."  As seeing a play, Jaskier sees a hand on his shoulder because he can't feel anymore, he realizes he's in shock.

Geralt tries to talk to him, to make him stop and listen but Jaskier keeps going. The moon illuminating the path, the unforgiving wind singing a cruel song for them. He has to fix this. He runs past Jaskier, a couple of meters so Jaskier can see him before he passes. The witcher calls to his true form, his shape mends into a four-leg animal, a white wolf. The bard stops dead on his tracks. The wolf whines as it bends his neck in a clear sign of reverence, its ears flat on its head, the snout between its powerful paws. To be reverenced by an animal form it is a custom from old tales of worthy heroes and kings. The white wolf cries and the sound shakes Jaskier's bones. Jaskier approaches the wolf, he has waited all his life to see Geralt's form, but this wasn't how he imagine it. The white wolf begs him for forgiveness and prays his regret in deep whimpers. Jaskier kneels in front of the magnificent animal. The wolf stands and tries to touch him with its snout, but Jaskier avoids it. They locked eyes for a moment and then Jaskier says "You're beautiful" just how I imagine you'd be "Goodbye, Geralt" The wolf whines one last time before his fox, his beautiful and perfect pack fox walks away from him.

What Geralt does it's considered a great honour. Something that Geralt would never have thought he would do for anyone not even Yennefer. and Jaskier knows this, that's why he tells him he's beautiful. Jaskier trust is broken severely so, but Geralt would keep trying to prove himself worthy of have a fox by his side.