#and lack of freckles due to people always seeming to want to erase them

[hislittleraincloud]

God, can you imagine actual representation...

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[fangirlyah]

✦kind queen of narnia - Edmund Pevensie x Reader

summary: a new prophecy for the narnia’s kingdom. a new member joining the kings and queens. but...who is it? 

warnings: cursing

word count: 3,597

a/n: mi first edmund one shot, i’m so happy! 

according to the books the ages of the characters should be different, but in this one-shot their ages will be those agreed by wikipedia reasoning with the actors’ age in the year of recording of the second film (it is an approximation):

Peter - 20

Susan - 17

Edmund - 15/16

Lucy - 12

Prince Caspian - 26

narnia, what a place. 

anyone from england would look at y/n and the pevensie brothers in horror if they were told about this beautiful world full of fairytale creatures and landscapes. 

they would probably be frightened if they were told that all narnians were preparing to face the telmarines; it would be their second battle in defence of their beloved lands. 

they would also worry if they were told that there were prophecies dictating the fate of the teenagers. 

the pevensies had been in narnia for a long time. they had grown up and reached adulthood there while time in england had barely passed. their first visit to the dream place had been when edmund was just ten years old and as the prophecy dictated he had betrayed his brother and sisters and then recomposed himself to follow the right path as a faithful ruler of narnia and become king edmund, the just. 

when edmund was twenty years old in the narnian world, a gryphon passed over him and dropped a neatly rolled papyrus. 

when his time on this earth comes to an end

a damsel with the purity of water and the sweetness of honey will get her start 

if you listen well, attachment will flourish 

if you listen badly, there will be pain 

she is made to avoid pain in all

she is made to bring back peace 

that doesn't even rhyme, he thought, and it doesn't make sense either. 

even though the prophecy that had just arrived at his whereabouts was revealed to his brother and sisters, none of them understood, what girl was it talking about? 

everything took on colour, when a thin figure collapsed against lucy at the train station. 

"oh no! i'm so sorry, sweetheart" a girl of about sixteen years of age, apologized sincerely to the little girl who had been moved abruptly by the teenage girl's body. "i thought i was missing my train and i got terribly scared" the y/h/c outlined a sweet smile.

"there is no reason to apologise, we all make mistakes...my name is lucy and these are my brothers and my sister" the little girl stretched out her hand to shake it with y/n’s, while the other pointed behind her to three teenagers in uniform. 

a pretty girl with striking eyes introduced herself as susan, while another slim blond boy said his name was peter. the third was immersed in his search for the train's arrival time, so he did not notice the conversation in front of him, the signs on the station walls  seemed to be more interesting. "he is edmund...sorry he is half a fool" as he heard his name, the raven-haired boy looked up to meet a beautiful and delicate girl laughing at the comment his sister had made. 

"my name is y/n, it is a pleasure to meet you" her gaze travelled through each member of the family leaving them with a smile; when it was edmund's turn her smile did not come down even though the one he showed her was hasty and if she had not been paying attention she would have missed it. 

"where were you about to leave in such a hurry?" peter asked as the five of them move away due to some guards passing at full speed by their side, being all cornered against the wall the best decision they made was to take a seat, side by side, on a bench. 

"my parents live in the countryside of england, and because of my school I haven't seen them for a long time so I didn't want to miss my train" y/n explained feeling the look of all the them. 

"we were on our way there too! we must visit professor kirke, we haven't seen him for a long time" 

that was their first meeting, the first meeting of many. y/n and the pevensies developed the closest and most faithful friendship in the world. they spent all their holidays enjoying the countryside together and when school resumed, they took several trains and walked several blocks just to see each other almost every week. 

and although their meetings were frequent edmund did not always seem pleased by her presence. the months passed and although y/n began to develop a crush on the freckle boy he seemed to ignore her every move. even when she bought his favourite sweets to share with everyone or when she would sneak a compliment on his attire on some special occasion. y/n was good at hiding her feelings so only susan knew and she hoped it would stay that way. 

it was not until the five of them were waiting for their train to leave for their respective boarding school that the action began. 

the train they were to board disappeared and with it the whole station around them, leaving lucy, peter, edmund, susan and y/n standing on a paradise beach. 

the brothers began to walk towards the white sand, leaving the cave where they had landed, followed by a shocked y/n 

"where are we?” when lucy heard y/n's voice she looked at her sister with a smile and then started to run, getting rid of their school uniforms. 

"come on, y/n!" peter shouted as he dipped his feet into the clear water.  

she did not resist and followed her friends, leaving a few clothes to play in the water. 

edmund saw her laughing, with her wet hair, in the sun and remembered how in love he was with the girl he ignored so much. 

"what is it?" asked peter as he saw his brother stop having fun; edmund couldn't admit that the sight of y/n had knocked him out so he had to improvise.

"where do you suppose that we are? 

"it's pretty obvious, isn't it? we are in narnia” by this time, the girls had stopped their water fight and were paying attention to the boys. 

"well...i don't remember any ruins in narnia”

"narnia?! you must be joking?!" y/n exclaimed. 

"yes, narnia" peter said, looking at her as if nothing was happening. 

"but...narnia...the narnia you told me as a story from when you were children?"

"they are not stories..."

with that, the brothers began to tour the meadows where, 1300 years ago, cair paravel was located. where now only ruins remained of what had been their home. 

the surprise of y/n was not erased and even less so when they found the prophecy that dictated their destiny. 

"edmund! this was the prophecy that appeared to you” susan was right but edmund did not want y/n to know that for some magical reason the prophecy had come to HIS hands. 

"what? a prophecy about me?" y/n posed her body next to peter who had the paper in his hands. 

"no one enters narnia without a purpose" the little pevensie sister explained.

"there is no way i can be this girl! i have no talent, i am not so-" 

peter interrupted her by placing his hands on the girl's thin shoulders. 

"you may think so, but narnia and its magic is more powerful than ourselves and our supposed abilities" 

edmund had to swallow hard not to go and take the girl from his brother's arms. he had no right to take her away. edmund did not know how to approach her so their contact was minimal, to the misfortune of both of them. 

those days continued peacefully and then chaos erupted throughout the kingdom. 

aslan disappeared and newcomer caspian caused maximum tension. 

although the pevensie, caspian, and trumpkin had taken it upon themselves to make her aware of what was going on around her, she was still afraid. she had many people trusting her actions and that they would return the peace. 

she had always been a leader and narnia was no exception. y/n was equal to peter and caspian in decision making as she was cunning and quick in making decisions but when it came to attacking came her weakness. there was no feeling inside her body that would leave her conscience clear if she killed or injured any human or creature. 

although edmund kept his countenance neutral when it came to her, his heart melted whenever she mentioned her lack of courage to hold a weapon and go on the attack. 

"y/n, you coming?" caspian turned on his axis before leaving for the battle on the castle of miraz. 

"i can help with maps, plans and strategies but with this...i can't, sorry”  

edmund had heard several creatures criticize the girl's lack of courage to confront a hand-to-hand fight; and he could not help but think that he maybe was disappointed by her attitude too.

"why is she here if she can't even pick up a weapon, of any kind, without shaking?" the freckled boy would adjust his armor before going into battle. 

"don't be mean, edmund. she is too good to go out and kill someone" his older sister tried to talk some sense into him, especially because before edmund entered the room where susan was, y/n had retired just a few seconds before but susan knew that she was not far enough not to hear their conversation; and hear the boy who she liked talk so badly about her would not be a nice moment.

"or she's too much of a coward" was a fact, y/n was listening to the whole conversation, as she felt her heart breaking.  

"if she bothers you so much that she doesn't fight, show her. you are the best at using the sword in combat in all of narnia" 

"I won't" at the end of the day he wasn't so brave after all. 

now it was y/n who ignored him. whether in meetings or in their free time, she did not even give him a glance and he noticed. because edmund was very attentive to what she was doing or not doing, so it was not difficult for him to see her practicing with prince caspian her fighting, on the beach, more than one afternoon while he went for his walks.

it hurt him but he knew that her distancing was his fault.  

caspian did not question the reason for the girl's drastic change, he only offered to help her and she accepted. 

they spent hours covered in sweat and sand but she did not seem to mind, she wanted to prove a point to edmund and herself. her days were divided into training, alone or with others, and creating plans and strategies. her rest was almost non-existent and her tired figure was beginning to show. her breakfasts were short and quick like any other meal of the day. she ate with her head down and conversed with anyone but edmund. 

one cool night edmund tried to sleep in his large room but the sound of a sword moving and colliding with a shield prevented him from doing so. from the high window it was impossible for him to decipher where it came from but he assumed that it meant no danger as none of the guards seemed alert; but he still descended in search of the owner of the sound. 

when he entered the courtyard below his room he saw her. covered in sweat and with her sword in her hand as she moved abruptly against an armament tied to a tree. edmund found y/n’s invention very ingenious and was even more surprised to see her move almost perfectly, it seemed almost natural to her.  

"what are you doing here at this hour?" after minutes of watching her from a few meters away, the younger pevensie brother approached. 

"I could ask you the same thing" y/n did not even move her eyes, she just approached the tree to accommodate the armor tied with leather. 

"I was trying to sleep but an unbearable noise woke me up, Ijust wanted to know who was causing it...now I know" 

“I didn't know it was so annoying" edmund still couldn't see her face.'' I'll stop now..." 

gently, despite being preparing to go out and kill men and creatures, she put her sword in its compartment hanging from her hip, and then dried her face with a wet piece of cloth.

"why are you doing this anyway?" 

"some people don't believe me strong enough to fulfill the prophecy...they think I'm a coward" y/n looked into his eyes for the first time and edmund understood what she meant. 

"you should stop. you look exhausted, besides I didn't-" 

"keep it to yourself..." already when she had passed the freckle boy's body petrified in the garden, y/n continue "and it seems that it is never enough, so yes. if I need to keep practicing"  

edmund knew that she was absolutely right. before she started her daily combat lessons, she gave everything she had from what she could. she had taken risks and was adapting to being the future queen of a place, which until a while ago, was completely unknown for her. 

y/n would not admit it but that night she cried like never before. she did not know exactly if it was tiredness, confusion, sadness or that she was heartbroken. but whatever the right choice was, that night she fainted in a tearful dream without managing to take off her sweaty clothes. 

the next morning she appeared at breakfast as if nothing had happened. clean and unpolluted in a freshly washed and ironed dress that accentuated every attribute she had. lucy had heard her crying and was dying to ask what was so terrifying that made her cry like that, but seeing her serious countenance when y/n saw her brother sitting at the table, despite her young age, lucy easily put it together. 

after preventing jadis, the white witch, return to narnia. caspian and his allies had no choice but to confront the troops of miraz in front of the altozano. meanwhile, lucy and susan were leaving in search of aslan. y/n did not go with them. she remained at the site of the battle.

when everyone was out ready to fight, so was she. edmund had seen her keep medical supplies anywhere in the armour she found space with the intention of helping any wounded being she might encounter. he felt extremely guilty; she did not want to be there and should not have been. she could have quietly stayed in the shelter ready to help anyone who came looking for a hand but he had pressed her with words he did not even feel. 

to gain time the camp became a personal battle between peter and miraz. both begin to fight to the death. both armies gathered around the stone platform where the two men were fighting hand to hand. edmund looked at y/n who was standing next to a centaur with her perfectly placed weaponry; her serious countenance hid any doubt or fear that her brain was processing. 

although the elder pevensie managed to have a dying miraz in front of him, peter did not kill him.

"you are too much of a coward to take a life, king peter?" miraz, despite being on his knees almost dead, kept on fighting.

"it's not mine to take" 

with that said, the blond man stepped back to give the sword to y/n; who looked at them perplexed. she understood that she must do so to fulfill the prophecy. she had all eyes on her and her trembling hands that took the sword and stood before the wounded man. 

edmund saw tears welling up in her beautiful eyes as she looked down at miraz. y/n placed the tip of the sword on the man's neck with her chest rising and falling violently. 

the freckled boy wanted to run towards her to hug and kiss all her nerves and fears away but he couldn't. 

as the seconds passed and the girl did not move from her place, a laugh was heard in the telmarine’s army and that was the limit.

edmund gently approached the girl and placed his hands on top of the sword taking it out of her hands 

"let go, it's okay" he whispered as, with the help of his hands, he pushed her back to where she was before. 

by that point the tears had already come out of her eyes and at that moment she felt like a real coward. she felt the disappointed looks despite her head being down and the tall stature of edmund in front of her limiting her view. 

"stupid girl, this is not the girl of the prophecy! she is just an idio-" 

when edmund wanted to turn around and finish the work that peter had started, an arrow pierced miraz’s chest and chaos began. 

despite her blurred vision, y/n remained on the battlefield. she had escaped from edmund's side when the war cries were first heard. 

although she did not use her sword she was fast enough to escape the attacks and manage to help those wounded in the meadows. 

the two armies were facing each other in battle and when the narnians were about to lose, lucy found aslan. the lion awakened the narnian trees, allowing them to come to the aid of the narnian army. 

amidst the screams and sounds of colliding swords, aslan called out to the water god, who drowns much of the telmarine army. 

and the war is over.

in the midst of the destruction, everyone begins to celebrate with smiles on their faces despite the large number of narnians lost in battle, there was cause for celebration. 

the pevensies had met aslan and on the seashore, they were enjoying a good chat. 

"where is y/n y/l?" asked aslan curiously "she fulfilled the prophecy perfectly" 

"but she was not who killed miraz, it was caspian who had to see the kingdom free" trumpkin seemed upset and the desire to kick his little figure flourished in edmund. 

"you don't need to kill someone to restore peace and help your people" 

with that said, edmund began to look for her with his eyes...and found her. sitting on a stone, passing a natural ointment on a faun’s arm. 

at that moment the boy understood that y/n should not learn to fight and use weapons to save narnia. with her kindness, intelligence and healing skills it was more than enough. he wanted to tell her. he wanted to tell her what an idiot he had been in wanting to force her to do something she was not even meant to do. 

without saying a word edmund ran off in her direction. 

when y/n saw him quickly approaching her, she stood up from her place and watched him as he arrived and took her arm to walk into the forest. 

"I know what you are going to say and I am sorry..." as soon as the boy slowed down his pace the two faced each other in the middle of the forest lighted by rays of sunshine piercing the tree leaves. they were less than a metre away and yet edmund wanted to be even closer "I know you are disappointed in me, I know you all are... but i could not, ok?! I just could not! I cannot be queen of narnia with this attitude, I did not make it. I did not fulfill the prophecy and now-" 

edmund took his face with both hands and brought it close to him, silencing her hasty and nervous speech; in less than a second both were immersed in a deep kiss that y/n took a few seconds to reciprocate due to her surprise. her hands travelled to his chest covered by the narnian battle uniform as his hands caress her cheeks softly.

the kiss was quick but sweet, as if they were frustrated romantics who had not been able to kiss each other for centuries. 

when the kiss broke both chests went up and down as if they had finished running a marathon, but despite this they could not let go. now edmund's arms were wrapped around her and her arms caressed his neck as they looked at each other. 

"you saved narnia without the need to kill anyone, you earned narnia without using force if not kindness" 

"you're not disappointed?" a slight surprise occupied the boy’s body. 

"all your training and you coming out to fight today, was because of me?" 

"I just...just wanted to be enough for you" y/n was sincere, there was no need to lie. 

"the conversation you heard between susan and me was a mistake, I would never be disappointed in you and you are far, far away from being a coward and you proved that from the minute you set foot in this kingdom" 

she rested her forehead on his as a response. 

"I am so in love with you" he sighed realizing the chill that ran through the girl's body. 

"today is your lucky day king edmund, because i am more in love with you" a small laugh broke out from both of them. 

"impossible" 

with that said, they both joined in another kiss. this time a slow one. they had all the time in the world.

after all they were king and queen of narnia, no one could rush them.

[manchesterau]

Your Gay Uncle Harry

Okay so I have been really hung up with all those photos of Harry in Italy recently and one thing came to mind when looking at all the photos: Gay Uncle. I even made a post about it! So now I present to you a small fic about your gay Uncle Harry. It’s written in 2nd person pov because I don’t like the feel of 1st person. I...have no idea why I wrote this, and who would even enjoy this but here it is! This is...diffrent from anything I’ve ever written before but I sorta fell in love with this, so I hope you do too.

My own prompt: harry is giving gay rich uncle who you don’t really know too much about because he’s always traveling around with his boyfriend but always invites you and your cousins to his villa in the south of italy for the summer where he plays host

Your family never really talks about him, and when you were younger you never really understood why. The way they all talked about him seemed like he had passed, always in past tense, never spoken about with happiness, always in hushed whispers. Always when the children were away, out of sight out of mind.

When you were younger you pictured him as a ghost, a white sheet with curly hair, bunny teeth, and dimples. You pictured him living hundreds of years ago, in the city somewhere if you were itching to get out of the country, and sometimes in the country herding sheep when you were in the city missing home. 

It took a while, but then you finally understood why no one really talks about Uncle Harry. You grew up on a vineyard in California. Uncle Harry was born in a small village in the UK. There is one picture of you and him together, and it’s when you were a baby. His mum, his sister (your Aunt Gemma), and Uncle Harry all traveled to the United States for the first time to see you.

Your mother holds up the picture, she doesn’t understand your curiosity about your Uncle, and quite frankly you can tell that it annoys her, but she tries not to show it for your sake.

You hold the picture up with shaky hands. You’re nervous because you’ve never really seen a picture of him before, it’s like he had been erased from history. Or your family tried very hard to make sure that he was. So when you see his big bright smile, wild curls, and steady arms holding you almost nineteen years ago you want to cry. You don’t, because then you would have to explain to your mom why you’re crying but you sniffling some here and there. He’s holding you with so much pride, so much love, like your his baby, and this is a photo taken right after he’s given birth.

“Why...I mean I guess I don’t understand why you all never really talk about him.” You say.

Your mom pauses, she turns away from you for a second. “I...honestly I think there was a falling out years ago and...and we all know Harry can hold a mean grunge like nobodies business. All of us can really. But, I mean he still comes around sometimes when he’s not busy traveling the world, to say hi and he always asks for updates on you kids.”

You nod, the photo in your hand weighs heavy in between your finger tips. Then your mom pulls out her phone, goes to Facebook, and pulls up Uncle Harry’s page. It’s like an explosion of rainbows, of the likes you’ve never really seen before. Only on the internet, communities you guard with all of your heart, a safe space for your eyes only. And then you start to understand why it’s all hushed voices when talking about Uncle Harry. You scroll for hours through his page, later on, watch video after video, smile at every picture he puts up. 

A random dish from a random country he visited last month. Funny old people memes that make you snort. Him all wrapped up in the pride flag, and what you assume is his lover right beside him. A picture from a few weeks ago of them embracing, his name starts with an L and that’s all Uncle Harry says about him regarding his name. Post after post after post about how he had found the one, how in love he was, how his boyfriend was pushing him to reconnect with his family, his love for his smile, the way his eyes crinkle, the barely-there freckles that dot his cheeks. The moments they’ve shared, the heartache they’ve endured, the sweet bliss and utter happiness and love they have for each other.

You cry. Not because you’re upset, but because of how robbed you were of knowing your Uncle. So you friend him on the Facebook you created an hour ago. When you get a message from him two days later asking if your family or a friend of the family you yell and thank whoever is above that no one is home. You reply that he’s your Uncle, go over the semantics on who your dad is, your mom, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandma, papa. By the end he sends you a video, saying how he doesn’t understand all the texting and emojis and you call him an old man and he says he doesn’t take offense to that.

“I like to think of myself as an old soul. Also I’m only thirty-seven, that’s hardly old.”

You laugh at his accent, and he laughs at your lack of one. 

You never talk about what happened that made him estranged from the family, but deep down you understand. And when he says he can see a little of himself in you, you cry.

It’s summer, you're at home miserable because of the sweltering heat. The past few days you’ve been to a lot of family gatherings, and it annoys you that the hushed whispers about Uncle Harry never stop. You want to yell at them, to scream and sing his praises but you don’t. And then your mother walks through the side glass doors, her white cowboy hat sling low on her head. Yours sits on the ground below you, an ant crawls by slowly. She looks over at you, once, then again, and then she smiles and nods to herself, hangs up, and walks over.

“Your Uncle Harry is inviting you and your cousins to his villa in Italy if you want to go.” She says it so nonchalantly that you think she’s joking around and you roll your eyes. She shrugs and crosses her arms, stares you down. That’s how you know she’s not joking.

The next thing you know you're on a long flight to Italy. Five of your cousins are on the same flight, the rest of them declined. And then you’re getting off the plane, taking a car, and now you’re standing in front of a house. The stone feels warm under your fingertips as you slide your hand across the side of the house. You’re welcomed by Uncle Harry’s boyfriend, his smile friendly and inviting. His fringe gets in his eyes a lot, and he complains about it, says your Uncle loves his hair like this. You smile, something deep inside you settling. 

He takes you all on a small tour, shows you your rooms, tells you your Uncle went on a shopping trip, and should be back very soon. He leaves you to unpack, and you leave your suitcase on the twin-sized bed, wandering around amazed at everything. It feels like home, in a way where you know you won’t get homesick from being here for the summer. It feels like love, like taking a bit out of a warm cookie, like a cuddle with your mom while it rains outside, like curling up next to the fire with a good book. You haven’t felt this way in a long time.

And if there’s one thing no one tells told you about Uncle Harry, is that he sure does know how to make an entrance. You’re looking at the view of the sea beside the pool, you can hear the sound of children playing on the beach below, people moving around in the house behind you, the gentle sway of the leaves as a light breeze blows through.

“How’s the view?”

He startles you, bright big smile on his face and his bunny teeth on display. His hair is shorter than the pictures he’s uploaded before, and he’s actually been able to grow a mustache. He laughs when you tell him this before pulling you into a big hug. You don’t cry like you thought you would, but you do tear up a little.

“I can’t believe you’re actually real.” You say. You still think of him sometimes as a ghost, but without the paper sheet and more real, a little translucent at times. 

He pulls back, an arm slung around your shoulder as he hip checks you, his sunburnt nose moves a little as he says, “In the flesh, love.”

You don’t tell him this, but later on as the summer winds down, as the gentle breeze that brought a little moment of peace between the unrelenting day's of heat starts to pick up more, and as classes are due to start again you think about how this was the best summer ever. You hug him extra tight before you and your cousins head off home. And just before you get in the cab he pulls you aside and gives you a rainbow pin.

He tells you, “Your never alone. I know how it feels, but know that you’ve got someone in your corner rooting for you.”

You cry, waving goodbye to Uncle Harry and his boyfriend as they wave back embracing. You take the pin and stick it to your shirt, you get a smile from one of your cousins at the airport and the weight on your shoulder lift a little.

[midnightcradle]

Cradlesona

Credits to @lovingsiriusoswald, the mother of all cradlesonas. Thank you for starting a wonderful trend!

Kairi- named after the ocean

A pirate who soon finds herself living in Cradle

Paired with: Luka Clemence 

Background & History:

Born out at sea, on board her father’s ship, The Phantom Assassin. Kairi’s father, Captain Alaster, raised her as a pirate, not as a daughter. She was taught to fight, to kill, and to show no weaknesses. Kairi earned the nickname “Siren”, a name she hates with her whole being.

Kairi and the pirate crew have traveled many worlds. She’s visited countless countries, explored numerous lands.

She secretly longs for a real place to call home. Somewhere she can fall asleep and wake up in the same place. Despite this, she loves being out at sea. Kairi know’s the ship like the back of her hand. She can steer The Phantom with expertise, as her father taught her to steer the grand ship at a young age. Her favorite place on board is the crow’s nest, the highest point on the ship. From there, she could gaze at the open sea for hours. 

Kairi fights like a pirate, handling her sword with ease. She’s grown tired of sparring with those stuffy old pirates, and due to this, Kairi goes out looking for trouble as soon as they reach a new port.

Her secret talent is hiding weapons on herself. The amount of weapons she has hidden away in a boot, sleeve, or who knows where is endless. Her most prized possession is her jade handled dagger. Know she’ll never be without it, whether you can see the dagger or not. Can and will cut you.

Has a little blue bird for a pet. Kairi found the tiny bird in a distant land she once visited. The poor thing was hurt, and Kairi couldn’t stand to leave it to die. So, she took it upon herself to care for the baby bird. She managed to sneak it on board The Phantom, and her life just seemed brighter with the sweet animal around. The bird is her greatest treasure, so the name “Gem” fit the bird perfectly.

Nicknames: Kai- shorten her name and she’ll pout and tells you she hates it, but the blush on her cheeks will tell you otherwise Siren- the pirates of the Phantom only ever called her Siren. She absolutely hates this name, and does everything she can to erase herself from it. The name serves as a reminder of a past that she is not proud of, of all the things she had to do as a pirate.  

Personality:

Free spirited

Playful, always joking around

Always has an obnoxiously confident grin on her face

Fierce and determined, most definitely a Slytherin

Incredibly intelligent, she served as her pirate crew’s main strategist. Even though she doesn’t look it, she’s always analyzing every situation

Extremely protective of the things she cares about, won’t hesitate to sacrifice herself for others.

Physical Traits:

Tan skin from the hot sun out at sea

Freckles pepper her cheeks and nose

Eyes as green as the ocean she so adores

Wild black hair that seems to have a mind of its own

Calloused hands from the years spent tying knots and gripping her sword

Scars decorate her skin all over her body. On her hands, arms, and even torso. Most scars acquired from fighting, though some of them are from her own carelessness with a weapon

Quite short, 5′3 with her boots on

Life in Cradle:

Cradle was supposed to be just another wondrous land that the pirate crew came across

The band of pirates had a simple plan for Cradle, thanks to Kairi

Yet somehow along the way, half of the crew managed to stir up trouble in Black Territory, leading to their arrest

Those idiots, the whole lot of them. The one thing they were supposed to do was avoid getting caught. 

Kairi managed to make a deal with the King of Spades to free her pirate crew, but not without a hefty price. 

In exchange for their release, Kairi was to remain in Cradle as a prisoner of the Black Army. The rest of the pirate crew was to never return to Cradle.

Ray Blackwell agreed to Kairi’s idea after seeing how determined the young pirate was.

Kairi was surprised, and a little frustrated, when the Black Army treated her as a guest instead of a prisoner. 

Relationships:

Ray Blackwell:

The older brother Kairi never had

Turns to him for advice and he’s always there to give it, no matter the subject..

Trusts him enough to cry in front of him. He’s the only person who’s ever seen her cry

Shares bits of her past with him, the past she’s not proud of.

Calls the young king “Captain”

Ray claims to hate this nickname, but he secretly loves it.

People often mistake the two for siblings, as they both have deep green eyes and unruly black hair

Fenrir Godspeed:

Once these two are together, there’s no stopping the chaos they’ll create.

Fenrir matches Kairi’s carefree spirit, and they’re both always brimming with energy

Calls him “fool” as an endearment

Fenrir shares her fear of ghosts

Kairi will pull out her dagger at the mere mention of ghosts

Does so to protect herself and Fenrir

Or to quiet the person idiotic enough to utter the word in front of them

Sirius Oswald:

Respects the hell out of the “old man”

Sirius is a fellow strategist, and Kairi learns all she can on war strategies and different tactics from him

Sirius is delightfully surprised at her quick mind

She quickly becomes Sirius’ favorite child Black Army resident

Seth Hyde:

Big Sister Seth activated the second he lays eyes on the “beautiful prisoner”

Seth is there to help Kairi adjust to life in Cradle

He’s the one who shows her around the unfamiliar country with an over the top Tour of Wonderland

Seth subtly tries to give Kairi lessons in love- but it all seems to go over her head

Luka Clemence:

Trains with Luka almost everyday

Kairi tells herself that the pounding of her heart and the flush on her cheeks is due to their sparring, nothing more.

Finds herself heading to the kitchen time and time again and will never admit its because she hopes to see him

Offers to help with cooking despite her serious lack of kitchen skills

If you thought Fenrir was a horrible cook, wait till you see Kairi

Despite this, Luka is always patient with her and constantly praises her efforts

Kairi believes she’s no good for Luka, she says his heart is pure of gold.

Edgar Bright:

Edgar has met his match when it comes to sword fighting and false grins

Edgar knows she’s hiding a dark past, for he sees himself in her

Perhaps this is why the two get along. Neither of them asks questions about the other’s difficult pasts

Yet somehow they find themselves sharing bits and pieces over time

Edgar endlessly teases Kairi about her crush on Luka

She’s horrified when Edgar mentions how obvious her crush is. He’d never say it’s only obvious because he reads people so well.

She made him swear never to utter a word of her crush to anyone- especially not Luka

Drew her sword to remind him that she is a pirate, after all.

He swore never to tell, but he never promised that he wouldn’t intervene. Edgar makes sure to nudge Luka into her direction at any given opportunity.

The thought of posting this was super intimidating ahh! If you’ve read this far, I just want you to know that you have all my love. Thank you for reading about my daughter, I hope you love her as much as I do. 

[tenacioustooru]

crystal snow

It was quiet.

So, so quiet.

He felt heavy, his entire body immovable, stiff, weighing his will to one of the most uncomfortable beds he’d ever had the horrific privilege of lying in. The sheets scratched at his skin, antiseptic and medicine assaulting his nose as the steady beep of some sort of machine went off continuously beside him. He blinked, dual-colored eyes hazy and unfocused as the world came back to him.

Who thought putting lights right over the bed (or anywhere in the room) was a good idea?

He was in a medical facility of some sort.

But why?

What happened?

It didn’t -

“Todoroki-kun?”

And then he met the deepest, purest, most frantic pair of green eyes with tears lining their depths. An untouched rainforest after an afternoon shower. Pools of conflicting, barely concealed emotions swimming within. A concoction of turmoil, a mixed drink of one part concern and two parts relief. And they stood in stark contrast to the growing dark circles underneath those eyes. And he was beginning to wonder if their matching, unruly, and equally green hair was also attributed to an obvious lack of sleep.

Freckles danced on the newcomer’s cheeks, arms, neck —constellations speckling their sun-kissed skin and rising and falling in the ridges of scars peppered about.

“Thank goodness you’re awake.” The newcomer took his hand in their own — callous, but not overly so — and gave his a small squeeze accompanied by a smile. “You had us all really worried for a second. You’ve been unconscious for three days. I mean, I know you’ve been through worse, but…”

He listened to them go on and on about how worried their friends were and how they hadn’t left the waiting room since the fight, and honestly a lot of it was hard to process due to their rambling.

They chuckled. “Kirishima and Kaminari will probably scold you as they hug you but they always mean well. And Uraraka will probably —,”

“I-I’m sorry,” he interrupted, finally finding enough of his voice to. “Who are these people you’re talking about?”

The newcomer stopped completely, and he could’ve sworn their hand went cold in his own, and the storm raged on within those eyes, those captivating eyes he couldn’t seem to look away from.

“And, um, who’re you?”

And the look in those same captivating eyes made him wish he had never asked in the first place.

**

His name was Todoroki Shouto.

He was 23 years old and apparently a pro-hero.

Well, at least that’s what the doctor told him.

He had grey and blue eyes, with hair as white as snow on his right side and hair as red as flames on his left. A scar, wrinkled and grotesque, surrounded his entire left eye. The blue one. The one as blue and intense as arctic glaciers.

At least that’s what the mirror in his hospital room told him.

He stared at his reflection, at the stranger in the mirror, running his fingers over the contours of his face, particularly over the scar. It’s lack of bandages and sensitivity told him that this was an old wound. It felt lumpy, wrinkly, and itched a bit, a familiar sensation to his fingertips but foreign to his mind.

Huh.

How’d that get there?

He was told that the green-haired man who was in the room with him when he woke up was Midoriya Izuku. Another pro-hero. And one who quickly excused himself from the room when asked who he was, something hidden deep underneath his controlled expression that was difficult to decipher.

But he said those names — Todoroki Shouto and Midoriya Izuku, associating them with the people in question — over and over again, his mouth forming over the syllables with such practiced ease that it almost startled him. He had no idea who he himself or who Midoriya was.

But clearly Midoriya knew who he was and was clearly upset when he didn’t remember.

And for reasons he couldn’t understand, seeing Midoriya that way left a hole in his gut that he couldn’t fill no matter how hard he tried.

The doctor cleared him for discharge not too long after filling him in on his identity. When asked how much he remembered, and he reached back, trying to find the pieces of a past he supposedly had only come back with darkness, the doctor had said that he’d been hit with a memory erasing Quirk. And it answered one question of how he ended up practically a blank slate, but it didn’t answer the thousand other questions he had.

He evidently had a life before this. He evidently was a person before this with his own personality, hobbies, and favorites.

But… he didn’t know who that man was.

And if he had friends waiting for him, what if he couldn’t live up to their expectations?

The mere thought of facing them made his anxiety skyrocket.

What if this Todoroki Shouto wasn’t who they wanted?

“W-Where’s Midoriya?” he asked, suddenly finding his voice and the courage to speak.

“Oh, he’s right outside waiting for you,” the doctor said. “He wanted to make sure you were okay. He’s really worried about you.”

“Can I see him?”

He didn’t know why he was asking to see Midoriya. That man was a stranger to him, someone that he’d pass on a crowded sidewalk and not think twice. But there was something that resided within him, a whisper, a tiny twinge that told him to stay with Midoriya. That told him Midoriya was safe. That he could be trusted.

And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake those crestfallen green eyes from his mind.

“Of course.” The doctor finished jotting down whatever on what he assumed to be his medical file and slipped out of the room. Then she poked her head back in, wearing a smile. “Go ahead and use this time to change into your regular clothes. Midoriya brought them for you. They’re right there on the table.” She pointed to the pile of clothes that were indeed resting on the table. “I’ll send Midoriya right in.”

He nodded, climbing out of bed and padding over to the table, sifting through the shirts and jeans, running his fingers over the soft material of the scarf, wondering if it’d give him some semblance of a memory, some semblance of the life he left behind, but nothing came.

He quickly clambered into the clothes, laced up his shoes, and left the jacket and scarf there until he went outside. He sat down on the edge of the hospital bed, flicking a piece of lint off his jeans and twiddling his thumbs while he waited for Midoriya. His nerves were on fire, expending themselves as he fidgeted in place, and he was smoothing out the wrinkles on a small section of the sheet when the door clicked open and Midoriya poked his head in.

“Hey! Glad to see you’re up and about!” Midoriya grinned. “The doctor said you were good to go home and I’m sure you’re ready to get out of here.”

He stood up, picking at his nails, finding something to do with his hands. “Y-Yeah. But… where exactly is home?”

Midoriya rubbed the back of his neck, his smile nervous now. “Oh! Right! Well, the doctor said that it might be easier for you to stay with me since you’re still adjusting to everything. But if you wanna stay with your family I can try and get ahold of them.”

Family?

He…?

“I have a family?” he asked.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Mom, dad, two brothers and a sister. They’re all older than you though.”

He… Shouto nodded. “Where are they?”

“Well, as far as I know, your sister — her name is Fuyumi — lives in another prefecture, and your brother — Natsuo — is getting his master’s at the university. I’m not sure about your brother, Touya. And…” Midoriya paused, obviously taking care with his next words. “Your mother is in the hospital — she’s sick — and your father… is off doing things for his job. He’s a pro-hero.”

Shouto ruminated on this new information, digesting it. He had three older siblings, a father, and a mother. None of whom lived in the immediate area. And all of them were strangers to him. Maybe he’d like to meet them, but if he didn’t remember them… then how he could even pretend to be the son and brother they knew?

“I think… it’d be best if I stayed with you. If that’s all right.”

And Midoriya smiled, the first real one Shouto has seen. “Of course.”

And Shouto returned it, grabbing his jacket and scarf and following Midoriya to the door.

“Before we go…” Midoriya said, his hand on the doorknob and turning to face Shouto. “I wanted to thank you for what you did.”

Shouto tilted his head a bit. “What’d I do?”

“The reason why you’re even in this situation is because you jumped in front of the attack meant for me. I got distracted and the villain was about to use her Quirk but you pushed me out of the way. You protected me.” Midoriya’s smile was thin, wispy, on the edge of crumbling. “I know you don’t remember, but… I had to thank you personally.”

Shouto paused, reaching back, hoping to find yet another lost moment in his life. And came up empty.

But he smiled anyway, genuine and true to the beating of his heart. “Of course.”

And he followed Midoriya out of the hospital and into a brand new world. A world that he’d piece back together one bit at a time.

He’d figure this out.

He had to.

Because he knew, even without his memories, Midoriya was an important part of his life.

And he always wanted to see that smile.