Fakiru One-Shots

Raven

Okay so Raven Prince Fakir and Emotionless Princess Ahiru. Oh I can only imagine how beautiful that would look. Takes place at the time where Kraehe took the prince's love shard (so ep 11 and into 12 ). Of course the dialogue will not be the same as that episode.

Fakir POV

"The heart shard of love huh? I wonder who this truly belongs to."

I enjoy seeing the helpless look on his face. He can't fight, he can't defend himself, and he can't go to Ahiru.

"Please, let me go. I have to give her back her heart shard completely. Don't you want to see the real her, the complete her?" He pleads.

"I will not. You claim you want to help her but really all you want is to have her for yourself. You want her love," I respond.

I turn and look into Ahiru's eyes. Her own eyes, ones that were once so emotionless, now look at me with fear tainting them.

Why does she look at me this way? Why does she give him, a worthless duck, eyes of fascination and love but give me eyes of fear and distrust? I'm her prince, we are meant to be together. It's fate, it's in our story. So why does he gain her attention?

"What are you afraid of my dear princess? I would never hurt you," I say softly.

"Why are you hurting him? Why do you do this to us?" She asks in reply.

My eyes widen slightly as I am caught aback by the response.

Us? She fears for him? Even as a piece of her own heart sticks out from her chest, she's worried about him? She's not even worrying about her fallen knight on the ground. Is he really that important to her?

I let my face go neutral in an attempt to not show the hurt and anger I am feeling.

If that's how this is going to go then fine. They want me to play the villain, then I'll play the villain.

I place my hand on her cheek, caressing it gently. Her face in my hand fits so perfectly, only more evidence that she belongs with me. My other hand wraps around her protruding heart shard.

"Don't do this! Please stop!" That irritating excuse of a prince shouts.

I ignore his pleading. He brought this upon himself.

"If I cannot have your love then no one will."

I yank the heart shard out of her chest, pretending that I did not hear the sound that came from her mouth, covering her mouth with my own instead. Her eyes dull to an empty blue and she falls into my arms.

"Why? Why would you do such a thing? You say you love her but you are going against her own wishes. Why?" He cries from behind me.

But what he says means nothing to me. It doesn't matter. She's mine and only mine.

"Until we meet again," I say.

A cloud of feathers surround both me and my princess and in that moment we disappear, heading to a place they will not find us.

When the feathers disappear, we both land gently in our own little space, far away from everyone and everything that can try and take her away from me.

"Here we are my love, safe from anyone who tries to take you away," I say.

I'm somewhat disappointed when she doesn't respond to me. Does she not want to speak to me?

I lay her down gently on the bed of black feathers surrounding us. I lay next to her and pull her so that her head is on top of my chest and I can hold her much easier.

"Do you hear the sound of my heart? It beats only for you. Without you, all I ever hear is the cawing of crows. But now, you're here in my arms where you belong and my heart can beat again," I say.

Once again though, I am met with silence. She doesn't move and she doesn't respond to my words. 

A sort of panicking worry fills my chest and I pull her closer to me, a reassurance that she is here with me in my arms. She follows without any issue, as if she was just a doll.

"Did your heart shard mean so much that pulling it out caused all of your other feelings to hide? Have you become the emotionless doll you once were just from one missing shard?" I ask her gently.

Not expecting a response this time, I just card through her hair as a way to soothe both me and her. As if she really needed comfort.

"It's okay My Princess, I'll fill the void within you. My love is all you need and no one else's. Tell me you believe me. Say you love me back," I say to her.

"I love you."

The response comes out dead and quiet but I hear it loudly. I move her off of my chest so I can look her in her eyes. Her empty eyes, once as crystal as the water now look so terribly dull. I caress her face with my hand as a desperateness comes over me to hear her speak again.

"What was that? Tell me it again. Tell me you love me and only me," I say.

"I love you and only you."

I'm used to hearing her say such words so dully but it strikes a chord within me now for some reason. It's not enough now.

"Really? You do?" I ask.

"Yes."

It isn't enough. It's not enough.

"If you really love me then smile for me. Smile for me like you did at the festival. Please," I beg.

I search those barren eyes of her, searching for any sign that I am enough to bring an emotion out of her. That I am more than a heart shard.

She stares back at me though, facial expression never changing as if she's never even heard of what a smile was. She doesn't respond back to me and if I wasn't holding at her right now I would have thought I was just imagining her.

"Why won't you smile for me? Am I not worth it? Do I not mean more than some duck? I am meant for you. That's how our story goes. I'm your prince, I'm the one you love," I say.

I am not one for sounding desperate and I hate doing so but I so need her to look at me as she does that duck prince. I need her to give me her attention.

"You're the one I love."

The words sound fixed and monotonous. No longer her not understanding the meaning of them, they're words she knows but doesn't mean. She's just repeating me. She's just repeating lines blindly.

Yes, that's it, she doesn't know that she does not mean them. She doesn't know anything at this point. That's why it's my job to reassure her, to keep her safe.

A breathless chuckle comes from my mouth and I nod as an ironic smile touches my lips.

"Yes, yes I am. I'm the one you love and I'm the one who will keep you safe. It's not your fault that you're like this. It's all his fault. If he would have remembered his place then he wouldn't have started the story up again, forcing you to go through this terrible confusion. You would have known that you love only me and I wouldn't have had to remember who I really was. We could have been happy if he would've left us alone," I say.

It's not her fault that she doesn't know who to love. She's being put through emotions she doesn't understand and it's confusing her. That's all there is to this.

"Don't worry my dear, I'll fix this. I'll make everything better again. I'll get rid of him for good, after all, that is how the story goes," I say.

I pull her close once again and look up at the falling feathers. Feathers I am becoming very used to. I watch how they surround us, protecting us from the outside world. Our curtain to this puppet show.

"Isn't that right, Drosselmeyer?"