A/N: Ok, so before This Pendent Heart hijacked the storyline, I had intended to write a fic about Fakir and Duck as ducks. It's a project I've been wanting to pick up again and thought I'd try it as a drabble series (I'm aiming for about 250 words each). It will all be out of chronological order, but I think the storyline is straightforward enough that it shouldn't be too confusing.

I have some ideas lined up, but I'm looking for prompts too, so if you have a word, a thought, an idea, or a character you would like me to write into this, let me know and I will try my best!

Disclaimer: I do not own Princess Tutu



I. Drowning

The flight across gently greening lands has been like a long dream, incongruous and surreal. Endless days of flight. It is as if they are always in search of spring, always flying towards it, first fleeing winter and now returning since winter itself has fled.

When they wing down upon the lake in Goldcrown Town, the transformation undoes itself for the first time since he wrote it. Fakir feels himself return to human, shaking away feathers into fingers; a gasp startles out of him and he forgets that he and Duck are in middle of a lake. He breathes in lungfulls of water and it is Duck, also as suddenly human and naked as he is, who drags him to shore. A part of him knows he should be burning with embarrassment at the sight of her bare, tanned skin but he isn't. Perhaps he has been a duck for too long.

Once he retches up lakewater, his throat raw from coughing, he asks the only thought that is running through his mind as he looks into her worried blue eyes, "What have we been eating all this time?"

Duck's eyes crinkle with laughter and she embraces him in her relief. It is then that all of Fakir's human inhibitions about oblivious pretty girls in states of undress and his proximity to them come rushing back with a vengeance and he doesn't even hear her response over his pounding blood, "It's probably better not to think about it…"