Not The Blood Son
Damian is not Bruce Wayne's biological son. A fact that no one was aware of, not even Talia herself.
This was because Ra found the DNA of a being related to the Lazarus pits, and was willing to make a clone for further study; However, he lost the sample. On the other hand, Talia, who was trying to created a kid of her and her beloved used the wrong sample.
Talia never realized this due to Damian's resemblance to Bruce. When Damian got to the mansion, Bruce take Talia's word for it, of course, she ran some blood tests but the computer started crashing at that point, showing the result to be 'similar'. He decided to do new tests later, but that result was enough at the time.
Everything Damian was proud of: his heritage, his own as the only blood son, his right to be "Batman", was gone as soon as his mother revealed the truth. His father, of course, said that he was still his son regardless of blood but Damian was not happy with that.
He was supposed to be different from his brothers, he was supposed to be Batman, but if he wasn't... who was he? What was his true purpose? what was the right path to choose?
Determined to find a new purpose, Damian decided to search for his biological father. Something in which his family offered him support. The problem was that the only information they had came from Ra and one of his former business associates. A certain "Plasmius", Damian's father had no other description beyond "Related to the Lazarus pits"
Danny Fenton, finally out of the hero life, and living with his "cousin" in Amity (and the Infinite Realms) had no idea how much was about to change his quiet retirement life.
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Level One
Dedicated to @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf and @thunderlightning351
Content Warning: referencing human sacrifice, slightly(?) unhinged Barbatos
"Hello, MC." Barbatos' sudden appearance at my side causes me to curse. I know he has the ability to teleport anywhere he wants to, but a little warning would have been nice.
"Apologies, MC," he continues. "I was simply following my instructions. Did you have a nice time with your parents?"
"Y-yeah, I did," I respond, still a little spooked. "We went out to eat at a Chinese buffet."
"That sounds lovely." He wraps an arm around me and guides me to the couch, remaining glued at my side as we sit down. This isn't the first time we've sat next to each other, but he's never been quite this close before.
And then I take a proper look at him. I'm not dealing with Barbatos the butler, but rather the Barbatos that accompanied me to the Severa concert. The one that I told Asmo I found incredibly attractive in great detail.
The Avatar of Lust is playing dirty right from the start.
Barbatos' lips are moving, but I'm not registering a single word he's saying. The parts of my brain that aren't obsessing over his natural scent are short-circuiting due to him being so close to me. One hand rests on my thigh while the other one plays with my hair and gently brushes up and down my arm. It all makes me rather jittery. I'm surprised I'm able to remain still. I want to simultaneously bolt out of the room and--
"You're not listening to me." Barbatos' harsh tone forces me to pay attention.
"I'm sorry. I'm finding it incredibly hard to concentrate." My explanation makes him smirk.
"Am I making you nervous, MC?" I can only manage a nod. "Good. Now you know how I felt when the roles were reversed."
"That's not fair!" I exclaim, remembering the exact moment he's referencing. "You told me to seduce you!"
"And you did, much to Diavolo's joy. He wouldn't stop teasing me about it for weeks." He repositions himself so that he's able to lean in closer to me.
"Once upon a time, you would have been given as an offering." His voice is low and menacing. "Not to the gods, like so many people believed, but to us. We're able to be entertained by sacrificial lambs for a long time. Inevitably, though, they become dull and boring. It's not their fault; it's simply the result of being exposed to sin over long periods of time.
"But your soul is different, MC. Due to the angel blood that flows through your veins, it maintains its brightness despite it constantly being surrounded by sin. Some might even say it feeds off it, making it that much stronger. If it weren't for Diavolo's mission, we'd have so much fun with you." His smile is that of a predator. I should be shitting my pants right about now. That would be the appropriate reaction to having a demon look at me like I'm his next meal.
Instead, I wait with bated breath for his next move. Barbatos tilts his head to the side.
"Of course, that doesn't scare you." he asks. "You find the idea rather arousing, don't you?"
It's messed up, I know. I shouldn't be turned on by any of this, and yet...
"I told myself long ago that I would only use my powers to help Diavolo, but you've made me reconsider that decision many times." He's pretty much on top on me at this point, holding me in place with his body weight.
"Why?" I whisper. He brings his mouth right up to my ear.
"Because the idea of messing with time in order to play with you is incredibly tempting." He kisses the base of my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
Do not succumb to temptation.
I grab his shoulders and squeeze them as hard as I can, making him pause on his trail down my neck and look up at me.
"I can't," I tell him, despite my body screaming at him to continue.
"Are you sure?" I close my eyes and take a deep breath, forcing myself to answer,
"Yes." I feel him get off me. Seconds later, he grabs my hand.
"It's okay, MC. You can open your eyes." Doing so makes him smile softly. "The first stage of your test is complete."
"Did I pass?"
"See for yourself." Looking down at the ring I slipped on earlier, I notice a mark that I'm pretty sure wasn't there before.
"From my understanding, a tally will appear for every stage you complete successfully," Barbatos explains.
"That makes sense." He walks out of the room, returning moments later with a note in his hand.
"When you are ready, this contains information about the next stage," he tells me, handing me the note. "Of course, you're allowed to take as much time as you need to recenter yourself. I can make you some tea if you'd like." I shake my head.
"I know this might sound crazy given what we just did, but would you mind holding me?" He chuckles.
"Not at all." He stretches out on the opposite end of the couch, and I snuggle up to him. He begins stroking my hair. After a few moments of calm, I gather up the courage to ask,
"Did you mean what you said about time, or was that part of the act?"
"I wasn't acting," he answers. "I merely displayed emotions that I normally keep suppressed. Everything I told you is one hundred percent true."
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Harper the type of mf to knock you up because he’s curious what you’d look like pregnant
oh god for real tho,,
he'd be so creepy about it too, wanting to see how you grow each week (even if there's no visible progress, still gotta record it), feeling your bump with his cold hands,, watching you shiver at his touch,,,
i haven't played the pregnancy content yet so I don't know how it goes exactly but I do remember that they like,, smear some kind of gel on you for it? so now I'm just imagining Harper taking his time feeling you up while applying it + the ultrasound itself
he'd also love to monitor your behaviors due to all the hormone changes, especially your libido
+ extra thought but Harper would make so many subtle yet inappropriate comments upon seeing you if your baby bump is showing, shit that seems normal at the time but makes you go "wait what the fuck..?" as you leave the hospital
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