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Wow, I can’t believe I really was in time to do something for this one! Seriously, I’m loving this Fakiru Week so much!

Fakiru Week 2019 Prompts!

Day 1: Bright | September 24

Day 2: Personify | September 25

Day 3: Soft | September 26

Day 4: Guide | September 27

Day 5: Spin | September 28

Day 6: Dynamic | September 29

Day 7: Finale | September 30

Happy August! It’s time for Fakiru Week 2019 prompts! Last year was AMAZING, and I hope you all enjoy this year’s prompts! I’ll be reblogging all entries here at fyeahfakiruweek, so remember to tag them #fakiru week and #fakiru week 2019 so I can find them! As always, feel free to interpret the prompts however you want, use any medium you want, let your creativity run wild; the sky’s the limit!

I’m can’t wait to see what you create!

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Fakiru Week Day 2 - Personify

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Fakiru Week Day 2 - Personify

Ahiru didn’t expect to meet him there.

She just arrived at her favorite place in the town, the park’s lake.

It was peaceful and had a great landscape. There, she would always feed the ducks and secretly put music to dance, surrounded by that beauty.

But today, she thought, she wouldn’t be able to dance, only feed the ducks. All because he was there.

Fakir, the guy who was at the same university as her. He was so scary, with those deep green eyes who could kill with just a look. He was exactly like a wolf before a hunt. Mysteriously scary. She really didn’t want to cross ways with him.

He was siting in a chair by the pier, writing in his old notebook. His black and long hair was tied in a low ponytail and was wearing a blue shirt and jeans. Well, she couldn’t deny that he was a handsome man, but above all, he was too scary.

— Ah, man, here I go — Ahiru sighed as she approached the lake.

She expected him to not notice her presence, but she slipped in the grass and fell, making his head turn to see her.

When he saw her, he rolled his eyes.

— Here comes a peace destroyer...

She stood up and gave him a angry glare, a very courageous act in her view.

— A good day for you too, Fakir.

He murmured a good morning and got back to his writing. Ahiru breathed and started to feed the pretty yellow ducks. She giggled as a duckling quacked in a cute way for her.

— Quack for you too, little cutie! — she said, caressing the fluffy feathers.

The duckling walked with his tiny legs to Fakir’s chair and quacked to him.

Ahiru was worried, because she expected him to scare the ducky away, but instead, he lifted him and kissed the top of his head.

— Hello, little one! You better go with your brothers or your mommy is going to get angry at me. Be careful, right?

Ok, that was a surprise. Did he actually was sweet?

His phone started to ring and in annoyance, he picked up.

— What is it, Autor? Wait, he did what? Oh geez, that moron! Ok, I’ll be there in a minute.

Fakir stood up and picked his notes, and rushed for his car.

While he was running, a loosen pace fell from the notebook. Ahiru picked it and screamed:

— Hey, you forgot this one!

But he was already gone. She took a look at the page and for her surprise, his handwriting was beautiful, like the ones you see in Pinterest. She was so mesmerized by it, that she decided to read what he wrote.

She didn’t expect to feel so emotive in the end of it. It was short story about a knight and princess and it was so romantic and well written!

Ahiru never thought a guy like him would be so sensitive and so passionated about writing feelings. She put the page in her bag and headed home. Something was telling her she would see him in the next day.

——————————————————————————

She was right. At the same time as yesterday, there he was, sitting at the same chair.

She tangled her braid in her fingers and with courage, she walked to his direction.

— Good morning, Fakir! — she said with a bright smile in her face.

Fakir looked surprised and nodded his head saying good morning. Ahiru took a deep breath and took the page out of her bag.

— Hmm... So, yesterday you dropped this page and... please, don’t be mad at me, but I’ve read your story and... honestly? I was in tears, it’s so beautiful so... congratulations, because you are amazing.

Then, his face became so red that he looked away, trying to hide a smile. She noticed and thought this was so cute!

He took the page back and for the first time, she saw his smile. He had a pretty smile.

— Thanks, Ahiru. I really appreciate that.

She smiled back and took a look at his notebook.

— So... — she pointed at it — what are you writing about?

Again he looked surprised and showed her the notes.

— Well, I’m making the history you read in a full book.

— Whoa, really?! I would love to read it! I hope the knight and the princess will have a happy ending, they deserve it so much!

He laughed and nodded.

— Well, I would never let them have a tragic fate. Would you like to take a look?

— Sure!

And then, many days passed after this. They quickly became friends, and then, best friends. The meet at the same spot in the park every single day to talk about life, listen to music, write the history, and they even ended up dancing a pas de deux! Who would thought he took ballet classes?

Ahiru really enjoyed Fakir’s company, but she didn’t realized when she fell for him. He was so amazing that she couldn’t help, but to fall in love.

One day, they were laying in a picnic blanket when Fakir poked her shoulder.

— Hey, Ahiru? I was thinking about something...

— About what?

He stood in his elbows to look at her, causing her to blush.

— Am I scary? — he asked with a serious face.

She couldn’t hold her laugher, confusing him.

— Hey, I’m serious! — he said, smiling at her, that smile which made she feel so warm.

— Ok, ok... — she breathed in and sighed — To be very sincere, when I meet you, I was afraid of you.

He raised a eyebrow

— I’m serious! — she insisted — come on, you are a wolf, Fakir!

He laughed and approached her.

— And how I’m a wolf, Ahiru? — he asked, almost flirtatious. Oh God, please don’t be so close!

— Er... well... Look, your are mysterious and I’m not gonna lie, you’re handsome. — he giggled at her red face, but she continued — You have that glare that can make anyone wish to hide their heads in the ground. But...

— But...?

Ahiru was about to explode in embarrassment of what she was going to say.

— But it’s not just that! Wolves are loyal, caring and above all, they’re cuties! You have all that, you are human wolf!

Fakir’s face was so red, but he didn’t look away. Instead he approached her.

— Well, since you’re comparing me to a animal, I always thought you looked like a...

— Like a...? — she said in expectation.

— A duck.

She laid in the blanket again and turned her back to him.

— Hey, don’t talk to me for the next week, ok? — she said. He was laughing, so, she couldn’t stay angry with him for too long. — Seriously, Fakir? A duck?!

He nodded and pointed to the lake.

— Look at them! They are small and cute, they’re funny and clumsy and are always happy!

She really was flattered at the “cute” part, but seriously? That’s what he thought about her?

— But — he started again, this time, holding her hand — You also resemble a swan.

Ahiru giggled and rolled her eyes.

— Why? Because their quacks are louder?

— No, because you’re beautiful.

Whoa, that was so straightforward! Her face surely was the same color as her hair. Gosh, those emerald eyes that were staring at her were really serious.

— You are beautiful, in your own way, you’re graceful, being with you make me so peaceful and happy that I can’t find other gorgeous creature to compare to you.

Her eyes were wet. She never heard words so beautiful and sincere about her.

— Oh, Fakir... I... Thank you

Fakir smiled fondly and wiped her wet eyes with his thumb.

— I only said the truth. You are all of this and that’s why I fe... — he covered his mouth with a hand, suddenly blushing.

— You what? — Ahiru asked, confused. He took a deep breath and held booth of her hands.

— I fell in love with you. I didn’t want to tell you, but I can’t hold it anymore. It’s ok if don’t feel the same I....

— I do! — she abruptly said — I feel the same way!

Now both of them were blushing. Wow, she didn’t expect things to turn out this way. In the next second they were laughing together.

— So, miss duck — he started, kissing her hand — would you like to go out for a dinner tonight?

She laughed and agreed with her head.

— Let’s go, mister wolf!

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Fakiru Week Day 1 - Bright

Fakir didn't know what he was doing there, he didn't even remember how he ended up there.

He closed his eyes, as if that gesture would lessen the chatter around him, and concentrated. Why was he there?

Oh yes, it all started because of his best friend, Mytho.

— Oh, come on, Fakir! You can’t spent all your day inside a dusty library only drinking black coffee! Let’s go outside and have some fun! — Mytho said, stealing the pen from Fakir’s hand.

The black haired man sighed and pressed his tempers. He wasn’t like his friend, actually, he was the opposite. While Mytho loved the bright sunlight and fresh air, Fakir would always prefer a good silent café were he could write peacefully, especially under the moonlight. They were like the opposite faces of the same coin.

His friend would always respect his tastes and enjoyed some of them, but in that specific day, he was annoyingly insistent.

— Mytho, I’m telling you, I have to finish this until the end of the next week, and I’m having a block here. Please, don’t make it harder. — he said, waiting with his hand in the air for the stolen pen

Mytho pouted and gave it it back.

— Hey, that’s why I’m trying to take out of your cave! Fakir, of course you’re having a block, you don’t see nature and people! How do you expect to write something. You need some light, man!

Fakir thought about it. Well it made sense, and apparently, Mytho wouldn’t give up.

He sighted, defeated and raised his emerald eyes to meet the golden ones.

— So, where are we going?

Mytho’s lips curved in a huge smile

— I knew it! I mean, hum, we’re going to a party tonight. The fire festival! So you better put on some traditional clothes get ready to have fun!

At that right moment, Fakir was already sorry that he agreed.

Now, there he was. Wearing, on his point of view of course, a ridiculous knight costume with a plastic sword atched on his waist.

Mytho was looking great. He already looked like a prince, but now... He wore a medieval prince costume in tones of white and blue, with a long white cape and a golden crown shining in the top of his white hair.

Fakir still didn’t understand why his friend dragged him there. Well, they had good music and food, but the atmosphere... there were a lot of people chatting loudly and dancing all over the place. A huge campfire was set in the middle of the festival and it was really bright. It was too much for him.

— Hey, Fakir! — he heard the white haired man calling for him.

He got closer and saw Mytho and his fiancé, Rue. She also was a friend of his, even if she was a little bossy, she was like a dear little sister for him.

— Hey, and hello, Rue.

She gave him a little smile and took a little look at him.

— You really look better in this than in the old overcoat you like to wear.

He grinned at her.

— And it looks like the bossy princess found the perfect outfit.

Rue really looked like a princess. Her red dress had white details and, just like Mytho, she had a shiny golden crown resting up on her dark and curly hair.

— Well, I guess it fits me, huh? — she said in reply, playfully.

He nodded and faced Mytho.

— So? What are we actually doing? I bet we’re not here to listen some gossip or have some medieval tea, right?

Mytho laughed lightly.

— Well, if you want to, go ahead! Their camomile tea is amazing!!

— Oh yeah, it’s delicious! — Rue confirmed in approbation

Fakir gave them a glare and they laughed.

— No, my friend, we are here to dance!

The dark haired woman giggled and touched his shoulder.

— Mytho and I thought it would be great for you to see people, interact and who knows.... — she whispered — maybe you end up finding a muse?

He rolled his eyes.

— I assure you’re mistaken. I don’t need a muse to work, but I appreciate the worry for me.

Mytho exchanged a glare with Rue and winked.

— Every artist has a muse. When you find yours, you’ll realize. — then, he looked around, looking confused — But wait a minute.... Now that we’re talking about art... Rue, where’s Ahiru?

It was Rue’s turn to look around.

— Oh my God don’t tell me she got lost again? She was here a minute ago!

Now Fakir was confused. What was happening?

— Who are you guys looking for?

Rue shook her head, sighting.

— Ahiru, my best friend. She said she would be coming to the party so I invited her to be with us, by where is she??

Mytho put his hand in her shoulder, smiling.

— Don’t worry, dear, she will show up eventually. But for now, may I have this dance, my princess?

She blushed and took his hand, letting him guide her close to the campfire, leaving Fakir with a mind full of confusion.

Muse? Why would he need one? It was just one more of those clichés that artists believed.

Mytho and Rue danced around, they’re eyes were filed with love and no word were needed to say.

Fakir watched them from afar, actually, he watched all the couples as he by himself, didn’t pick anyone to dance.

He though everything was oddly funny. He was a writer, used to give every and each character he created a happy ending with the partner of their dreams. But there he was, a man who only could write about love but never felt it himself.

His throat got dry, so he went to a booth were he could get something to drink.

As he finally laid his hands in the warm cup of dark coffee, he saw her.

A redhead woman was dancing with a little girl, spinning her and laughing.

Usually, Fakir would get annoyed by a woman’s laughter, high pitched and most of the times fake, but her laugher was different. It was light, clear and above all, sincere.

When he finally got to see her face, he felt a sudden bump of warmth in his chest.

She had adorable freckles in her cheeks, a petit nose, rosy and fluffy lips, a beautiful smile and her eyes... were magnetic. They were crystal blue, but they seemed to pull him to the depths of the ocean.

The light of the campfire was made her elegant white dress glow, making her look like a graceful swan princess, having a little crown in the side of her head. Her hair was down and it was so long and curly! Fakir wondered how it felt to touch those curls...

— That’s it, Uzura, you’re doing great! — she clapped for the little girl she was dancing with.

— Did you see, Ahiru? I danced-zura!

Ahiru, so that was Rue’s friend. Although her name meant duck in japanese, her beauty surely was one of a swan.

— Uzura, come here, my darling! — A woman called for the little girl, apparently the mother.

She leaned a little and kissed the redheaded’s forehead, with gratitude.

— Thank you for taking care of her for me, Ahiru! We’re going to head home now. Say goodby to Ahiru, my love.

Uzura hugged Ahiru’s leg, who kissed her cheek, waving a goodbye right after.

When the two where gone, she sighed, watching all the couples dancing around.

She really looked disappointed, and Fakir thought a face like hers never should hold such a melancholic expression.

She should be dancing around the campfire, showing everyone her brightness, but the sudden thought of somebody dancing with her gave his heart a little ache of jealousy. What was this, what on earth was happening to him?

“Maybe I should ask her for a dance?”

He almost laughed at the thought. What? How could he even think about it? She was literally glowing, a angel in earth and he thought he could ask her to dance?

Oh God, no way, simply no way.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t even saw when she stood by his side in the booth.

— Excuse me, may I have a cup of camomile tea? — she gently ordered to a waiter.

— Right up, madam!

Now that she was close he could see her freckles better and so, her pretty face. She was smaller than him, even if she was in high heels.

When she decided to sit in a chair at the counter, her feet slipped in the bar of the dress. She was falling and then, Fakir held her by the wrist.

Startled, she widened her eyes. Fakir helped Ahiru to stand and sit in the chair

— Hey, are you ok? — he asked, clearly worried about her ankle.

— Ah, y-yes, I’m all right! Sorry about it, I’ve always been a klutz!

He gave her a little smile.

— Never mind about it.

Ahiru looked at him and his cup of coffe. Her face became confused.

— You seen to be a bit lonely in here. You didn’t came with anyone?

He sighed and crossed his arms

— Well, I came to this party partially forced and I even ended up being a third wheel! — he laughed lightly — For real, Mytho and Rue gonna pay me for this.

Ahiru’s eyes widened.

— Wait, you know them? Ah, so you are the friend who they would like me to meet! — she smiled and reached out her hand in front of her body — Nice too meet you, I’m Ahiru Arima!

He smiled back and squeezed her hand.

— Fakir Lohengrin, it’s a pleasure.

Again, she looked surprised.

— Wait, what? So you are THE Fakir Lohengrin? Oh My God, It’s a honor to meet you! I’ve been a fan of yours since “The Knight’s Sword”! It’s a history so full of emotion, romance and drama! I simply love all of your works and can’t wait for your next one!

He couldn’t help the blush to paint his cheeks. Could she be more adorable?

— Wow, thanks! Usually, people think my works are to happy, but I don’t like giving my characters a tragic finale. All of them deserve a happy ending.

She smiled so brightly that made his face feel hot.

— I think the same!

They spent a very long time chatting. She was a professional ballerina, but for now, she was dedicating her time to teach ballet to little kids. She really was a amazing person, a true inspiration.

While they were talking, the orchestra started playing a new song. Fakir knew the song. Of course he did, everybody there knew the pas de deux of The Swan Lake.

He heard Ahiru dreamy sigh when the music started to play.

— Oh my God, I haven’t thought the would play ballet songs in here! I love this Pas de Deux so much!!!

— Personally, I think this is one of the most beautiful pas de deux of all.

— So do I! It’s so touching!

He saw the way she was looking at the couples dancing. Well, why not? He was wanting that since he first saw her anyway.

— So — he started as he stood up — shall we dance?

She smiled and giggled, reaching for his hand.

— Let’s go!

They danced together and he couldn’t even describe the feeling. Not even one story he wrote before had a scene like the one was happening.

One of his hands on her waist and the other one holding her soft and petit hand. The touch of her hand in his neck while they danced all around the place was making his heart run wild in his chest. She smiled at him, never breaking the visual contact.

Fakir guided her through the place, spining around.

When the music (sadly) was over, they awkwardly departed and averted eyes, blushing.

— S-so, would you like to search for Rue and Mytho? — she suggested, tangling her fingers.

— Y-yeah, good idea.

They just agreed about it when they saw a black haired woman waving for them

— Hey, Fakir! — Rue called, waving at his direction — we were...

And then, she locked her eyes on Ahiru. She opened a smile and jumped to hug her.

— Ahiru!!! Oh my, you just disappeared, I couldn’t find you anywhere!

Ahiru hugged Rue tightly, smiling.

— Rue! I’m so glad to find you! I’ve been lost for a while in here, and then, I found miss Edel with Uzura.

The black haired woman stared at Fakir and grimaced.

— Hm... I see you’ve already meet Fakir, huh?

She nodded and smiled happily.

— Yes, I did! Why haven’t you told me he was my favorite writer?

Ok, this “Favorite writer” plus the sweet smile in her face was more than Fakir could handle. His face became red and he looked away.

Rue saw it and couldn’t hold her laugher back.

— Well, you are always talking about how amazing his books are, how you love his writing that I’ve decided to suprisse you!

Now Ahiru was blushing. She jumped in Rue, grabbing her shoulders nervously.

— Rue! Keep quiet, will you?

Rue laughed again and blinked to Fakir.

— And what about you? Did you find any muse while you’re here?

He just wanted to hide his face. Was it to obvious?

— I wouldn’t say I didn’t... — he replied, indifferent.

Rue nodded happily and turned her back, waving.

— So, I’ll tell Mytho I’ve found you guys. Let’s meet again at 22:00, ok?

They didn’t even have the time to agree and then, she was gone.

Ahiru coughed, attracting his attention.

— So, how’s your new book going?

Fakir sighed, defeated.

— Well, I thought it was going ok, but recently, I’m having a horrible block. That’s why they brought me to this party. Mytho said it would be good for me to find some inspiration.

Ahiru smiled again. God, why was she always smiling like this?! So pretty!

— Oh, so I guess now you’ll be able to write again! This festival gives all of us inspiration.

He smiled at her. If only she knew....

— So, would you like to take a look in how’s it going?

She blinked, surprised.

— Wait, you mean your book?!

He giggled, nodding. She just smiled and gave him a hug.

— Oh My God! Yes, I’d love to read your work!

He was completely startled and absolutely happy in this moment. Sadly, she pulled back to quick.

— S-so, do you like coffe??

Ahiru wondered a little and nodded.

— Hmm, yes, but I prefer a nice and sweet cappuccino.

— Oh, is that so? — so adorable, it suits her — I know a good café that has a delicious cappuccino, so, If you’d like, we can go there and discuss somethings. I think you would be a great help for me.

She smiled at his red face and giggled.

— Yeah, of course! I would love to help you! Let’s meet there tomorrow!

Looking at her face, Fakir realized.

The bright light of hers dispelled the fog inside his life. She was warmth that he needed.

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