I…the goblin part of my brain needs to know what would happen if peach ends up figuring fighting out she beat her old man in a fight like the angst potential would kill me but my brain must know!
Ooof, goblin brain is right tho.
I think it'd be all the more dramatic for her to learn of it just before he challenges her to that fight. Peach overhears some more aged staff talking out in the stables while shooeing horses, about how she may be the baby from all those years ago. They dont know shes listening, but it plays on her mind, she dwells on it, starts to look at the Lord with a more critical eye, not just another job. There were maybe some similiarities, and her questions yield some hints that maybe he is, and he might know. That night Plum sees her overthinking, not her usual behaviour, and checks in, heard Peach express worry that maybe this asshole man was family, the odds were stupidly low, but people seemed to be whispering, and she's starting to wonder herself. Through gritted teeth Plum admits to finding some old records, and actually, he is a blood relative. Peach wants to know everything, she never had any idea who her family were, and learns of what he did to her mother. A knock on the door pulls both their attention, a guard calling for Peach, the Lord himself wants to discuss strategy with her, no one else. Theres no way that old man doesnt know by this point, he's not the sort to talk tactics with women. This is definetly a ploy. Why not call for Grey instead? Even Plum was a better strategist than her. Still. angry, she comlpies, no gear with her, her swords left in her room, nothing but a dagger on her belt.
She's met with the Lord in a hall, clearly used by military of sorts to practice, plan and store things. He challenges her to a friendly bout, after seeing her best his men today with little effort, he's eager to test her skills, throwing her a sword. The rage she's experiencing is far more than she's use to handling. The fight starts very traditional, very refined, Peach plays by the rules, but with every parry, and every clash of metal, she feels her blood boiling. He's a good fighter, sure, experienced, fast for his age, clearly clever, he tries a number of very advanced moves and if it wasnt for the witchers quiet seething anger and boarder line obsessive training, maybe he'd have landed a hit.
Plum stealths her way down to keep an eye on her, Grabs grey from his patrol and makes sure someone with enough strength is there just in case she flies off the handle. Plum alone cant keep her subdued.
They oversee the fight from the shadows, each move getting meaner, Peach isnt going for kill shots, but really pulled her A-game for this, she never fights so controlled like this, not unless it was a serious bout. This meant a lot to her, and seeing the lord ragged, tired, while she held her breath calmly, shifted her stance, kept her eyes on her opponent, no taunting, no smiling, nothing.
"You witchers are serious buisness, perhaps I should have sent one of my sons to join your ranks-" The comment that snapped her temper clean in half. Peach took three steps, with each one she slipped past his defences without any trouble, too fast, too fierce, by the third, the mans sword fell, her form knocking him down, weapon thretening to pierce right through his chest. It'd take no effort for her to do so, and with the burning rage, the temptation was there.
"You already sent a daughter. Was one tortured child not enough for you?" And in that moment, with the comment that dripped with a ferocity, a bitterness, he knew who she was, the pieces fell into place, Grey was ready to jump to stop her killing him, but untensed watching her throw her own blade down with fury, turning and walking away.
The lord sat on the floor for a moment, he was a little sore but unharmed relativly so, she'd done minimal damage all things considered. In all honesty Plum and Grey were more concerend with where their partner had slunk off to, chasing after her in the shadows to find the woman sat up high out on the top of a tower. Peach wasnt stupid, she'd seen them in the dark corners, knew theyd watched the whole interaction, and again, as they crept into her range, she called for them to stop hiding.
The three sat, support for her if she wanted it, but more than anything? Peach was just...happy. a dumb smile that despite her worried knitted brow, was hard to miss. Both pum and grey quetioned it.
"Why the smile?"
"He is a scumbag...but if it wasnt for him, i'd never have met you two. Youre my family, who needs this decedant lifestyle anyway, you really think i'd suit fancy dresses and regal banquets? C'mon." Her smile turend to a grin, neither plum nor grey saying a word about the tears in her eyes, focusing on the horizon line, his big arm around her, plums head on a shoulder.
"You'd make a terrible lady." All three laughed.
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Dp x Dc AU: Dani has a too many break-ups for Danny’s heart to handle as an older brother- So he gives her a criteria that her next boyfriend needs to fit for Danny to approve of their relationship.
Dani was really excited about her new boyfriend. He was witty, and charming, knew how to sword fight and was absolutely stunning. He loved his family, was passionate about animals and social justice causes, and he was an artist! She had a thing for green eyes, and hey, he was actually super chill about them having flexible schedules to see each other (she had vigilante shit to do that she couldn’t explain)! It’s been going on for a few months and she’s honestly ready for him to meet Danny & Jazz but...
The last time she was home it was for a broken heart and Danny was beside himself with worry over her. He made the guys recently deceased ancestors come forward to speak on his behalf and it was Mortifying- Danny was ready to throw down. And Dani had to admit, it was super sweet that her big brother cared so much. He’d happily given a shovel talk to each of her partners when she brought them home and he’d happily tried to bond with them and integrate into their lives. Danny always allowed her to make mistakes but respected her choices to only ever ask two questions when a new partner came into the picture: Do they make you happy? Do they treat you well?
This last time he made a simple request, just could they please fit this one criteria?
The thought comes to her unfortunately when she’s making out with her perfect match, her soul mate, this beautifully stabby man Damian Wayne, that she should bring up the deal breaker. Her brother gave her literally one request for her next partner, and by the ancients she didn’t want to disappoint Danny.
Pulling away from her boyfriends kiss for just a moment, Dani quickly asks “Sorry, Sorry, it’s just...Have you ever died before?”
Damian’s look of confusion and then concern grew on his normally collected face, which told her more than enough.
“Okay great!” And she leaned back in, only to realize that he’s pulled back.
“Would... Would you care to explain why you just asked me that?” Damian was doing his best to not jump to conclusions.
“Sorry, I just got in my head a bit about how you’re like, the light of my life and I want you to meet my family and then my brain wandered, before you did that thing with your teeth, to the fact that my brother kind of requested... um, well, he just asked that my next partner be, uh, don’t freak out if this sounds weird, but uh, be dead.”
“He...He wants your partner to be dead.”
“Well, Dead adjacent is perfectly normal in my family! It’s not like a whole thing! You’ve died before, so he’ll absolutely love you! And he’ll love you even more because you love me!” She smiles as brilliantly as the stars.
Damian isn’t sure for a second, but eventually asks: “Your family is ‘dead adjacent’ and you want me to meet them?” to which she happily confirms.
“Do you... Wish to know how I-” Damian begins but she cuts him off “No! Never, I would never ask that of you. He won’t ask either! He actually has a better vision for these things so it probably won’t even come up! How does next Tuesday work?”
“That should be fine, however, well...On the subject of family expectations ... Is it even possible that you might be a vigilante?” Damian’s worries melt away when his girlfriend smiles and lunges forward to kiss him.
Families could have such weird expectations, you know?
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Ngl I'm lowkey intrigued by the idea of Jason being considered an actual "Al Ghul Prince" (even if Damian is still the Al Ghul heir) and what kind of drama that could entail in your fic XD
A…. lot. Honestly at this point “What you’re longing for” is more of a soap opera than anything lmao.
I’m not sure if it’s gonna fit into the fic yet, most likely it will stay heavily implied, but if the Bats do end up finding out about Jason’s status as, well, royalty in a way, Bruce is sure to get some more gray hairs lmao.
Jason for his part… mostly doesn’t realize what it means to be so thoroughly incorporated into the al Ghul family. He just thinks he’s finally lucked out on a family that would (and has already) killed for him. He remains largely oblivious to all the deference the regular league members show him now and thinks it’s due to his rank as a general.
(He is also not aware of the couple Shadows that Talia and Ra’s have tailing him at all times in case he ever gets in over his head with a bust, but that’s neither here nor there.)
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My two oc's, Freyjr and Kharhad 🥹from one of my original stories that I'm actually running a poll on whether i should write it or another story first go vote now!
The story starts on an island empire, a melting pot inspired by Mediterranean cultures. Kharhad is crown prince of the current royal line, while Freyjr is the daughter of a northern admiral who now serves Kharhad's family. She and her family hail from a northern country heavily inspired by Scandinavian Vikings.
Due to a recent but long history of war between the island empire and this northern country in particular, many who are aware of Kharhad's intense crush on Freyjr are quite disapproving of the potential match, as those of northern descent are often mistrusted or disliked in the island empire.
Kharhad is a beefy nerd who drinks his "respect women" juice daily--and is quite the catch, if only he could stop acting completely awkward and shy and like a bumbling buffoon around Freyjr, maybe she'd notice that he's totally in love with her😭 (she does actually kinda know haha he's not exactly subtle with his feelings 😉). I'd say he has the energy of a himbo but he is probably too academic to qualify as one technically speaking 🤔
They're two of the main POV characters in the novel. The other two are Phasmus, Kharhad's best friend, and Princess Mhessa, Kharhad's younger sister who covets everything her brother has and wishes were hers: His status as heir to the islands, how well liked and respected he is among their peers, and of course, even the affection a certain northern lass has for her older brother 😏
Anyway, if you want to see this story come to life sooner than later pls go vote for it here! (Story idea #2 btw!)
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