A/N: Apologies to canon but this wayward idea is the first thing I've been truly inspired by for a while - I really love the show and characters but don't quite vibe with the plot so here's this ^.^


Ch.1. Beautiful Blue


Destiny smiled when Jaskier was born.

Except he wasn't Jaskier when he was born.

His mother took one look at his beautiful blue eyes and named him Blue, blue like the sky and blue like the ocean because he was just as beautiful as them.

He was a small child and yet he was filled with endless smiles and joy and strange noises that somehow managed to sound melodious.

(He was born to a father who didn't care for him and a mother who cared for nothing in the world but him.)

Blue never knew the love of a father but he never needed to for his mother's love was enough, more than enough, so much so that it spilled from her hands when she cradled him and tumbled from her mouth when she sang to him and dripped from her gaze when she smiled at him like he was the only one in the world that mattered.

And he was, to her.

(He was her everything.)

(And in return, she was his.)

They were happy.

They played among the rivers and laughed around the trees and fell asleep under the stars, in one another's arms. The world was theirs and theirs alone and they didn't at all mind spending every minute of every day together.

Blue was happy spending time singing with his mother - or rather, comically trying to - and picking at small flowers and being twirled in the air as his bright giggling surrounded them.

He was too small to question why there was nobody else around and he was small enough to accept that his world consisted of him and his mother and the love they shared for each other.

(Everything was perfect.)

He turned one and his mother fashioned him a small blue jacket that made him giggle because it matched his eyes and it made his reflection in the water look funnier.

(The rivers always seemed to smile back at him, at his mother beaming behind him, at their small, precious family.)

He turned two and his mother started teaching him lullabies that would later form the basis of his life's work but more immediately served as a way for them to pass the time.

(The birds around them joined in whenever they sang no matter what the time of day because the love in their voices was irresistible.)

He turned three and his mother gave him a small amulet - the flower he always chose to pick in metal form - that rested firmly on his chest despite his restless movements.

(The meadows around them bloomed yellow to match for the smiles of that small child were worth everything.)

He turned four and his mother taught him to read and write and create his own stories, stories that his mother then patiently listened to all the time.

(The forests managed to quieten as he stumbled over his words so his sincere narrations could go uninterrupted.)

But then he turned five and everything went wrong.

His mother smiled and whispered that she loved him before telling him to close his eyes and wait for his birthday present.

Blue giggled and did exactly that, promising not to peek.

And he didn't.

Not when his mother ran into old foes.

Not when the fighting started, escalated, stopped.

Not when his mother fell.

But his patience was small for he was only five and it was his birthday and he'd been promised a gift and so he peeked.

(He forgot all about his birthday.)

Blue turned five and witnessed death for the first time.

(The world around him protected him from experiencing it himself.)

He was young and naive and scared and kept begging his mother to wake up but she remained oh so still and suddenly he didn't want a gift, he just wanted his mother back.

He was a child surrounded by blue - his blue name and his blue eyes and his blue jacket and the blue string his pendant was hanging from - but he turned five and drenched himself in red.

(The red was supposed to stay inside his mother's veins.)

And then he was alone.

He was alone and he was just a child so he stayed beside his mother and ended up crying himself to sleep in her arms one last time.

(He didn't know what it meant for her to be dead.)

When morning came, he kissed his mother on the forehead as she had always done to him and tears bloomed in his eyes because her skin was cold to the touch even though it had always been so warm before.

He pulled his jacket on tighter and clutched the flower around his neck and decided to braid her hair one last time, sprinkling petals over her to make her seem more alive.

He sang as he did so, forgetting to use all the words and confusing himself but trying his best because the world had never been silent when his mother was awake and it felt wrong, everything suddenly felt so wrong.

Once he was satisfied that she looked beautiful, he promised her that he still loved her even though she wasn't saying it back and he looked up at the sky, asking, begging for it to look after her for him.

(It was his first day of being five and the last day he would see his mother.)

Blue started walking.

He walked and walked and stopped to eat some berries and then continued to walk and walk and walk until his legs stopped working.

He fell asleep under a tree, crying, wishing his mother was with him.

(The tree curled its branches to shelter him from the rain that night.)

The next day, he did the exact same thing.

And the day after that.

And every single day after that until he found the house.

(Until the house found him.)

Blue was a curious child and he was still young enough for scepticism to be foreign to him so he simply walked up to the house and knocked on the door.

Nobody answered.

He tried again and again until tears sprung in his eyes because he was so tired and he didn't want to walk anymore and his mother had told him tales about houses and they were supposed to be warm and safe and he just wanted to stop walking.

(The house wished it could open itself to him.)

When nothing worked, Blue curled up in front of the house and closed his eyes, trying his best to breathe like his mother had taught him to after he'd gotten hurt and couldn't find air for some reason.

He fell asleep at some point.

His eyes only opened again when soft sunlight brushed over him and for a moment, it felt like his mother's hands gently cupping his face.

A smile flickered on his face as he closed his eyes again, pretending that his mother was there, that she wasn't gone, that she was about to start singing and everything was going to go back to the way it always had been, it always should be.

But then the ray of sunlight passed and a slight breeze replaced it, waking him up and erasing the ghost of his mother's love.

Blue was silent for a moment.

Only to promptly burst into tears.

And Yennefer, who had just portalled back into her house, flinched.


Hope you enjoyed! I intend to continue working on this immediately but wanted to post so I didn't get too intimidated by all the other amazing Witcher fics and not post ;p


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